I’m Adi - an accidental yogi, trail runner, and lover of words.
All tagged road to leadville
There are a few things in life that unfailingly make me smile: dad jokes, certain cheesy 80s songs, and when I can walk out the door - or unzip the tent, if you will - and be standing smack dab in the middle of something beautiful,
Already pulling out of the studio lot at this point, I whipped into the nearest parking lot, flung my door open, and dry heaved into the grass until a grocery store bagger came over to ask if I was okay. “I’m always okay.”
"The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas."
I had a meltdown in the Sprouts baking aisle just hours before that line caught my eye. It was Thanksgiving-ish - my mind has blurred the calendar a bit - and a box of natural
“Saturday morning, I woke up to the sound of wild turkeys and the smell of a skunk, and I hadn’t felt that content in many, many months.”
I didn’t know much about her as a woman in her sixties. Or fifties or forties, for that matter, because as soon as I could leave, I did.
“It felt both wrong and right, but I don’t really know what the protocol is for handling the death of someone you love but didn’t really have a relationship with.”
“So sorry, Adi, but we’re going to have to do the first two sections again. If you can think ‘very, very still,’ this should be it.” It takes nine songs to get your back imaged.
“And not at all because I just spent the past hour decidedly not self-diagnosing based on internet research that suggests cancer, bone infections, or spinal cord damage…”
“Naturally, I'm the only one in shorts because somehow, I'm still the only one who falls for Alexa's lies.”
“And with no intention of being funny, continues “I’m going to let this one settle first” as if I’d just offered her a second round of Christmas dinner or something.”
“I had tears in my eyes when I hit the ‘send’ button on my deferral request email because I’m a child, and then I began anxiously awaiting January like a kid waiting for Santa. Again… a child.”
