Let's start with talking about "life". Here I am sitting at the tail end of my first year at college (ignoring summer classes), and trying to figure out what to do with myself. In two years, hopefully, I'll be out looking for a real job, living in an apartment and doing my best to be a productive member of society.
In the last year, I've been pushing myself further in my creativity. I've learned an editing style that's mine, I've tried out making videos, and designing everything from logos to layouts, many of which will never be shared. I've been able to put in two really good semesters in college and found out what and who I want to be in life. I've been going to the gym more and started road biking in a bunch of lycra. It has been a lot of work, a lot of momentum and for the most part, that has been really good for me. There's nothing better than self-progression.
However, I noticed sometimes I'd forget to look after myself. More in a mental way than a physical. Yes, I've been more hydrated than ever but I've also hit some pretty low points. A year in college has told me that despite all the privileges I'm so fortunate to have, life can get tough sometimes. I realized I began to neglect "me time" where I'd lock myself in my dorm room, get annoyed at my roommate for doing nothing at all (I'm so sorry), and feel sorry for myself. I figure this isn't necessarily good for me. So, here is another place to put some work in. Self-improvement is a never-ending journey I suppose. I've been trying to spend more time with my friends, going outside more, and realizing the good parts of living. I gradually returned back to who I wanted to be and treated others better too. All of this is not to say that sometimes I relapse, but sharing it has helped more than I could have imagined.
Ok, now onto the “park” bit. In trying to stay on my goals of being outside and enjoying life, Rocky Mountain National Park is special to me. The wide range of ecosystems that the park holds is ripe for adventure. It has meadows filled with wildflowers, pine forests, and the high alpine rocks of Longs Peak. Don't expect me to be up there any time soon, though. More importantly, its damn pretty and once you get past the all of the cars on the few roads in the park you're welcomed by the pine-scented air, the quiet crunching of the dirt under your shoes, and the rustle of the wind. It helps me recharge and is a place where I can spend time with the people I care about. I hope these photos do it justice.