이번 로드트립동안 총 4000키로를 넘게 달렸고 Moab을 가기위해 꼬박 왕복 20시간을 투자한 우리에게 주는 하늘의 선물.
사진으로도 다 담기지 않던 저 수많은 별들을 오로지 나에게 보여주기위해 여행내내 힘들어도 내색한번 안한 오빠에게 너무 고맙고 사랑해 오빠 ❤️
#stargaze 를 보러 가려는 사람이라면 미국에서 가장 어둡고 별이 잘 보이는 #moab 추천.
(이정도면 거의 우리 moab홍보대사,,,, ㅜ 리얼 넘 좋았다)
“I’m going to try to be productive” is my usual response when someone asks me what I’m doing on a Saturday. But lately I’ve been thinking a lot about what that really means. And why I would even want that.
Productivity is production — making things, and doing things — but what are the “things” and why do we need more of them? Constant output isn’t morally good on its own. It’s about the work itself, right? The things. And are they worthy of my effort? Or is more sometimes just more?
Someone commented recently that I don’t look like I’ve “put in any miles” in my photos. First, I never claimed to be a long distance hiker 🤷🏻♀️😂 but really, what bothered me is the idea that it’s only valid if it’s more. More miles. More sweat. More effort. That more is somehow better. That that is productive and worthy of admiration. And I just don’t think that’s true.
I can spend a day hiking a few miles and sitting on a rock for hours. Reading a book or maybe just sitting. Watching. Thinking. In most minds I probably wouldn’t be productive, but I’m doing what I set out to do. I’m creating the things I want to create. And it might not be outwardly prolific, but that’s okay.