It’s a beautiful sunny day in Santa Cruz, California, with a high of 73 degrees. My work hours are significantly reduced, which I am sure this is something the general population is facing, that or unemployment. One thing that has been my savior has been my community. The beaches, the sand, sunshine, pedestrian, and bike-friendly town has kept my heart steadily beating.

Every day, I have to keep myself to keep moving.

It’s the cure to prevent cabin fever. At 22, I was diagnosed with three post-traumatic disorders by a professional counselor. She prescribed me to continue the outdoor activities I loved, which was running at that time. She recognized that is what centered me, and it is what is needed to calm myself down. One of my good friends knew that before I had met my counselor. Therefore, I must keep moving. I must continue cycling. I must continue weight-lifting. I must continue going on a few walks a day and seeing the sunshine. It’s for my mental health.

It’s been a whirlwind fo the past six weeks, and I am sure I am repeating the same words as the general population. Regardless, I am glad I am taking recognition of my feelings and that I am human. It’s a beautiful thing to realize you are human. It helps to accept your faults and the influx of emotions. Also, it allows me to stop and look at the Sea Lions, having the time of their life and stop, stare, laugh, stare, and laugh again.

It’s a beautiful sunny day in Santa Cruz, California, with a high of 73 degrees. My work hours are significantly reduced, which I am sure this is something the general population is facing, that or unemployment. One thing that has been my savior has been my community. The beaches, the sand, sunshine, pedestrian, and bike-friendly town has kept my heart steadily beating.

Every day, I have to keep myself to keep moving.

It’s the cure to prevent cabin fever. At 22, I was diagnosed with three post-traumatic disorders by a professional counselor. She prescribed me to continue the outdoor activities I loved, which was running at that time. She recognized that is what centered me, and it is what is needed to calm myself down. One of my good friends knew that before I had met my counselor. Therefore, I must keep moving. I must continue cycling. I must continue weight-lifting. I must continue going on a few walks a day and seeing the sunshine. It’s for my mental health.

It’s been a whirlwind fo the past six weeks, and I am sure I am repeating the same words as the general population. Regardless, I am glad I am taking recognition of my feelings and that I am human. It’s a beautiful thing to realize you are human. It helps to accept your faults and the influx of emotions. Also, it allows me to stop and look at the Sea Lions, having the time of their life, stop, stare, laugh, stare, and laugh again.

I forced myself to take a selfie to remember this day and to be happy with myself and life. One thing I additionally did along the way, all of this outdoor activity, has made me appreciate Santa Cruz. It sucks that it took a pandemic for myself to appreciate the coastal life. But better now than never.

It does make me think a lot, and it’s a strange feeling. It brings me back to the Pacific Crest Trail in 2017. It isn’t my first rodeo dealing with solidarity. It’s encouraging to do soul-searching immediately. It’s like my body knows it, and it’s calling my name to the outdoors. I love working out and weight lifting. But the great outdoors is magical. It holds the keys to my heart, along with my SO, Stephen. When we went hiking, I fell in love with him all over again. Anyway, just a bunch of rambling thoughts as I have all this time to myself.

I’ll write more about that day later.

Peace out all. Leave no trace behind and leave it better than you found it.