In October, my dad turned 80 years old. No small feat. Instead of throwing a huge bash, he decided to take a trip with his four children. And not just a lie on the beach, chill out trip like you might imagine most 80-year-olds would pursue. He wanted to go to Zion National Park. And not just go to Zion, but hike it.
Sometimes you realise that other people’s metrics of what’s “enough” in life are the very opposite of your own. You follow your daily routine, conscious of a lurking feeling of dissatisfaction in the pit of your stomach.