Transition always has been an interesting concept to me. Whether it be from summer to fall or youth into adulthood. Sometimes accompanied by lessons we learn. Other times it remains not but a lesson to learn.

I have slowly begun my transition from my life in this state of Alaska to the new life that awaits. The concept that sooner than a year from now I will be starting anew is a lesson that is not lost on me. And as I had begun to distance myself from my life here I have found my weekends filled with paring down clutter and trying to finish up those projects that had long remained on my continual “to do” list.

Perhaps the biggest step forward was when I began to pare down on my winter gear this last week with me selling my snowshoes. The fact that I am once again “downsizing” with regards to my gear is a humor that is not lost on me. After all, it was not too long ago I began to rekindle my gear once more. Ironic that I am now starting to pare down once again.

This is my quiet time of life. It simply is a time of transition.

If there’s two traits about me that are very observant to those that know me or in same cases are getting to know me, it’s

[a] I’m completely stubborn and bullheaded and
[b] that I’m sarcastic.

They have served me well in some instances but not so well in others.  But there’s one thing I admit, when I get my mind on something that seems like a challenge to me, I become so directed in that goal that a lot of the time it’s all I think about.

Last year that was running a marathon and training for it.  In fact I was so driven during training for that it was what I spent every bit of my spare time focusing on. 

So when I started kicking around the idea of wondering if I could enter and complete a triathlon yet at this juncture in my lifestyle change, that inner voice began to raise up once more. I’m suddenly batting around the idea or wondering if I’m crazy in even contemplating entering the Gold Nugget Triathlon next May in Anchorage.  Of course this means that very realistically I would have to buy a road bike, even though I’m moving out of state.  Guess I would have to take it with me.  Oh darn, more equipment to buy.