Today I ran and I visited the Boys and Girls Club here. The goodwill and enthusiasm that I received there hit me straight in the heart. The kids were amazing, the staff was amazing. I left feeling very struck by how incredibly lucky I am to be doing this and meeting SO MANY good people and playing with kids and running down the horizon everyday. It overwhelmed me to the point of feeling so happy like I could cry.
It was an emotional day. A great day. Before the club I was thinking of my parents and how hard it is when you’re trying to communicate with your loved ones and share all the experiences you have while on the road. Even just explaining the scenery is hard, let alone the personal transformations you go through. As I was thinking about this frustrating gap between our words and our personal experiences, a song came on my mp3 player. A perfect song. So here it is, in a letter to my parents:
Dear Mom and Dad,
Today I’m writing you to catch you up on places that I’ve been. And now you have this letter, you probably got excited, but there’s nothing else inside it. I didn’t have a camera by my side this time, I was hoping I would see the world through both my eyes. Maybe I will tell you all about it when I’m in the mood to lose my way with words.
Today’s skies were painted colors in the cowboy cliche and it was strange how clouds that looked like mountains in the sky were next to mountains anyway. I guess you had to be there, with me.
Today I finally overcame trying to fit the world inside a picture frame. Maybe I will tell you all about it when I’m in the mood to lose my way, but let me say, you should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes, it brought me back to life.
You’ll be with me next time I go outside, no more 3x5s.
Mom you’re always in my right shoe, and Dad you’re in my left.