The joy is in the closure, not the journey (J).

I went for a five-mile hike today with a good friend of mine. A friend that I know I can pretty much count on if anything were to ever happen. We discussed many things; mostly our jobs, how she hates hers vs. how I'm finally happy with mine. We talked about my coursework vs. her endeavors to keep her life full by making a difference after the work chunk of her day. It was nice. 

The conversation veered into uncharted territory; where I get to explain why I conduct myself the way that I do when it comes to relationships, family, and love. With every yard, every bolder climbed, and with every accidental slip, I struggled with the words as I always do to explain who I am and why I decide what I decide. I swear sometimes when I hear myself talking, I think I'm one crazy human being.  Shit, when I THINK, I think I'm one crazy human being. 

I tried to remember to look up though as I walked the tricky path. It was nice to see the sun every once in a while.