I forgot how therapeutic it is to become totally absorbed in
someone else’s story. I love the feeling
of being transported to a new place and seeing life from someone else’s
viewpoint, yet finding myself at the same time.
I’m really drawn to books about self-discovery right
now. For me, having kids has really
forced me to figure out who I am and what I stand for.
That is why I love Wild. She was out there alone on the
Pacific Crest Trail, mostly in silence to figure out who she really was.
Away from her
circumstances.
Away from her
vices.
Away from her sadness.
With the beautiful and challenging backdrop of the Pacific
Crest Trail, Cheryl was able to take an honest look at her life, the good and
the bad, and make sense of it so she could move on. I loved reading about how she was able to
think critically about her family and come to a place of understanding. I think my favorite part of the book (without
giving away too much) is when she had an opportunity to repeat a recurring
mistake and instead of feeling right, she felt empty.
Through her physical journey, she was able to make her way
back to her true self, evolved by transitions and revelations.
I don't think it is currently in my life plan to hike the PCT
alone, but I do think that I am in a transition of sorts. I am learning that it
takes more courage to be honest with myself as opposed to a muted version that
is more concerned with pleasing others.
I am making peace with things that didn't go so well in my
life, and celebrating the things that did.
I am working on accepting other people's shortcomings,
especially my own.
Did you read Wild? What did you think?
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