I’ve heard it described as a sneeze. It starts with a little tickle until you can’t ignore it anymore. You itch your nose repeatedly but the tickle doesn’t go away until, out of nowhere, you are forced to give way to the sneeze. A sneeze that shakes up your whole body and takes some time to recover from. And only after that body-shaking sneeze will the tickle go away. That is the best description I’ve heard for the seemingly uncontrollable experience of deciding to hike the entire Appalachian Trail.
In mid-2006, I started getting the tickles until I could no longer ignore them. I set out to hike the Appalachian Trail from Georgia to Maine the following March just three months after Eric and I became engaged on a day hike in northern Michigan. We had been together for ten years – since the days in high school when our teachers would scold us for holding hands in the hallway.
Somewhere between Georgia and Maine, I realized when I arrived home things would be different. When I returned, I wanted to do something I loved. At that point, as I was working on the hardest thing I’d ever done physically, I decided that if I could accomplish my goal of hiking the Appalachian Trail I could probably accomplish my dream of a career in photography, something I denied myself as I changed majors approximately 13 times in college.
So, here I am. One amazing dream grew into another and I am honored to be present during the most memorable times in my clients’ lives. Thank you for your interest and your willingness to support a girl with big dreams.