When I started my hike I thought it was going to be the one big thing I was going to do, then I’d come back and return to the life I left. I’d work for thirty years or more in one job and then retire in my golden years.
Since hiking my life is now a preparation for the next adventure. I enjoy work, but it is no longer the main event. I’ll work for a few years, then take time off to play. One job for thirty years seems impossible.
My hike taught me that life is to be lived however your heart tells you. Springer fever every march and the day dreaming I have to tear myslef away from at work tell me I have more walking to do.
Like those above have said, a new TV, cell phone and a closet full of the latest clothes are no longer important. I find myself thinking about picking up hitch hikers, people carrying everything in a backpack doesn’t mean serial killer to me anymore. They might be a hiker walking across the country.
I have friends in almost every east coast state. I keep in touch with the people I walked with.
I learned I’m stronger and more capable than I ever thought I was. I can count on my body to do things I never thought it could do. Of the people I see everyday at work and at school, I’m probably the only one who can say they’ve walked 25 miles in a day, and then got up and did it again.
I like my privacy too. I’m ok with going a whole day without talking to anyone. Solitude is no longer scary. Not bathing everyday or wearing my clothes more than eight hours is ok too. Gee whiz, in the winter I can go a whole month without shaving my legs, noone cares. I don’t have to follow every dictate of society, (laws yes, fads no) and guess what? The world won’t end.
So basically what I learned is to be my own person. I follow my heart, and happiness follows.
Grassy Ridge