Hanging out

is what we do best.

Soccer game in the rain, with no worries and just a smile on my face, chasing the ball in circles.

During the first half I tried to tackle a player near our sideline. Unfortunately right as I began to leave me feet, I realized I had no idea how to execute a tackle. It was clumsy, my brother would laugh at me.

I kinda just jumped in the air with both my feet pointing down, like a spear aimed at the ball. It was successful, if technically flawed. I have a big bruise.

Besides soccer I've been thinking about this past season. This season was neither a success or a failure. It was. I learned a lot, and realize it is part of the process. I now want to turn to other things, finding energy in the mountains, and cool afternoons exploring the fields and farm roads past 460 on my bike. I will be at the Gorge next weekend, for climbing and exploring. It will be among other things a source of inspiration. Nights by a fire, and afternoons on the river, show me an inner love of adventure and play.

Finally coming around I feel some hope for next season. Hope is a great place to be.