Stop stressing, start living.
I don’t like stress. People stress me out. Work stresses me out. The 8-5 grind of career life is the necessary evil that keeps the bills paid. The day-to-day routine is unavoidable, and it’s branded into me like some sort permanent scar that can’t be hidden. It seems no matter how hard we try, you simply can’t undo mediocrity. That’s not living.
You know what doesn’t stress me out? Wading knee deep in a small mountain stream chasing trout.
That’s my time to unwind. That’s the therapy that helps me cope with the daily grind. It’s just me and the unknown rivalries of the day. It’s the crisp mountain air flowing through the backdrop of natural scenery. It’s casting into the unknown with the full confidence that I’ve got what it takes to finish the mission. It’s laying down that perfect dead drift with the understanding that both the trout, and myself, are simply seeking comfort.
It’s trekking an hour into the woods with anticipation of what I might find. It’s finding new riffles and exploring what wild treasures lurk just below the surface. It’s bad casting with good intentions. It’s stellar experiences that you never forget, and you always embellish. That’s living.
Those times, on those waters, are the times that I live for. It’s time to stop stressing and start living again.