Too many thougts, not enouh talk by Amy DiMare

This post has taken me entirely too long to write. I written it, erased it, and rewritten it a dozen times and I still can't find a way to say what I'm feeling. So to start things off.

The beautiful February morning on Kaylmnos Greece.

The beautiful February morning on Kaylmnos Greece.

        I spend more time thinking and not enough time talking. For most people it's the other way around. These days people seem to talk out their ass and hope something good comes out. But for me I find myself processing my response thoroughly before any words come out of my mouth. Because of my thoughtful reaction to communication people lose interest and we always end up with small talk, which I hate. I have no interest in how you spent your day or what your mom is up to. Talk to me about your passions, your dreams, and your goals. Tell me about the things that make us all unique. The fact that these are the things I want to know about, I think affect the way I communicate.

Yosemite Valley, California

Yosemite Valley, California

My heavy heart and old soul yearn for adventure and passion, whether it's my own or hearing about someone else. But it seems like this passion if becoming more rare among this generation. Which might sound surprising because of the huge influx of people wanting to give up everything to live in their van and travel the states with their dog by their side. Which is a great, wonderful adventure that I want to hear about but the more people I meet who have managed to get that far seem to fall short in my eyes. There are few people I meet who are actually doing it right. Traveling in their vehicle of choice, chasing the weather that suits them best, and following a passion that drives them. The passion part of the equation is where most people fall short. I meet a lot of people who are doing this because of some excuse of another, I didn't like my job, I didn't want to pay bills, or the best excuse yet, I needed to find myself... That one is the worst. We spend our whole lives figuring out who we want to be, but if there's no passion driving that journey how will you ever figure it out. I love talking with all of these traveling nomads but conversation usually falls short when it comes to passion. I have a lot of passion for what I do, where I live, and the people around me, but the more people I meet and the more I read I'm realizing that not everyone else feels that way, and a lot people have a hard time doing things with conviction and passion. 

Delicate Arch, Arches National Park, Moab Utah

Delicate Arch, Arches National Park, Moab Utah

Its seems like the people of my generation are all about being better, faster, and stronger than the person before them, even being better than their friends, and I just don't find that appealing. Maybe it's because I've never been the best at something or maybe it's because I would rather encourage my friends to do their best, rather than being the best. I feel like there's a large disconnect between doing your personal best and being the best. Life is not a competition between everyone else. Life is about doing your best and having the life you want. 

As I sit on my porch  drinking my morning coffee, enjoying the view, I realize that everything I was taught, the way I was raised and where I was raised has brought me to this mental state. One of the best life lessons my parents could have ever taught me happened when we moved from the bay area of California to the southeastern desert of Utah. We didn't move to make more money or because my parents got better jobs, we moved for the exact opposite. Life style change. For my parents it was never about money, they actually gave up a pretty sever pay cut during the move. They were tired of living to work, and wanted to live a fulfilling life. Mountain biking everyday, playing on the river, finding our own adventures, lost in the desert. It's a childhood kids dream of, and everything about it made me who I am. I couldn't imagine it any other way. Because of that, I find myself doing things that make me happy rather than things that make money, I mean I have an art degree because I love art, if I wanted to make money I would go to business school. I learned at a young age that it's more important to e happy than it is to have a full bank account. Now, don't think my life is all rainbows and adventures, I do live in a tourist based town and you bet your ass that I work my ass off during peak season in order to have the lifestyle I want, but I work at places I enjoy and do jobs that make me happy. I make a lot of jokes and say a lot of things about how the desert heals most things, camping is the best medicine, and adventure is the way to the soul. Because I live in a place where all of these things are so acceptable and accessible, they are becoming more and more true as days go by. I've had hard times in my life, I've been stressed beyond belief, grief has fallen on my family, and it seems like no matter what is happening in my life, a couple nights alone in the desert or mountains is the best way to bring me back to center. It's calming just thinking about it. We live in a chaotic world that can be hard to escape, but our passions, and dreams are what help us make it through the day. So when I meet people that seem to fall short when it comes to those things, I can't help but think to myself, how are they ever going to make it through this crazy thing we call life. Passion.

2016: The Year of Following Through by Amy DiMare

So 2015 wasn't exactly the year I had planned out. It was suppose to be a year of many mini adventures and lots of success but ended up being the year of plans falling through and adventures being forgotten about. Don't get me wrong, I still had a lot of fun. Working and making future plans seemed to have gotten the best of me though. 2015 was suppose to be filled with climbing trips to surrounding states, awesome birthday challenges, month long Canadian vacation and of course making more art. Instead 2015 was working to save and local climbing epics. However uneventful 2015 was, 2016 is going to be a whole another story. Let the adventure begin. 

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          It took a lot of hard work and sacrifice to get to this point and will be a lot of hard work afterward but I can't even explain how excited I am that it's finally happening. GREECE. Five weeks abroad doing what I love with the person I love. This is the vacation climbers dream of and it's all mine. Climbing beautiful granite walls and tufus in kaylimnos, wandering around the historic ruins of Athens. A dream come true. ​

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           Just like every long amazing vacation, we have to work our asses off before we leave. Even though it's the off season in town, there's a lot of preparing that needs to happen in the climbing store. Preseason orders, preparing for the spring, making sure our employees can handle the store. And of course attending Outdoor Retailer the week before we leave, that's a whole other level of stress. I just keep telling myself, eight more days, it'll all be worth it! ​

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         2016: the year of following through! Plans have been made and there's no avoiding them! Not only personal plans of travel and climbing but business plans a well. I have a list of art submissions lined up, I can only hope I get into those shows. And at the climbing shop, we have a lot of demo and clean up events planned to bring the climbing community together. Being in charge of marketing and event planning means I have a lot on my professional plate in 2016 and I can't be more excited. ​

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          I'm not one to make New Years resolutions and I don't plan on starting now. I have lots of hopes and dreams of what 2016 has in store for me. So let's get started! ​

Changing of the Tides by Amy DiMare

         Well the tourist season has come to a close. The streets are empty, the air is quite. It's my favorite time of year. My last day of work is tomorrow, Friday Oct. 30 and just like last year I'm so excited that I'm done here but at the same time, it's always bitter sweet leaving. This winter is going to bring some new adventures, life changing experiences and memories that will last a life time, and I can't wait to get started. 

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              With all these great trips planned, the past few months have been hard, always looking to the future, and being excited for things that feel like they're never going to happen. Well they're happening now. Halloween weekend is only the kickoff. Spending the weekend at my favorite camping spot, climbing in one the most amazing areas in the world, while being silly and climbing in costumes, then starting full time work at the climbing shop. Then we fly off to Hawaii for a thanksgiving that'll be one for the books. Christmas with my folks, in Sedona, or has the climbers call it SENDona, and the mountain bikers call it SHREDona. Needless to say our Christmas will be everything but normal. One more week of trade shows after that, then we're off on some over seas magical climbing trip.... a magical climbing trip the doesn't have a destination yet. I'm a little stressed about it. Currently we have decided on Greece, which I'm thrilled about. Climbing on the Greek Islands, and taking in the beautiful history and culture of the main land. It's going to be awesome. After six weeks abroad we're back in Moab to start the whole process over again. Working ourselves away during prime season, and taking trips when it's too hot or too cold, for the tourist. 

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              I know it sounds like I complain a lot about the tourist industry and I really shouldn't, it's what keeps this town alive. Without tourist we'd all just be a bunch of hippies, livin' in a van down by the river, riding bikes and climbing rocks. Sometimes I wish that's how it actually could be. But it's not and if I want to live in Moab for the rest of my life I better get use to it. And winter vacations will have to become a routine. 

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          Aside from me complaining more about my job and tourist and things like that. There has also been a change of heart in our small climbing community, between young guns, and the heavy hearten legends. The recent passing of a climber named Billy, long time climber and pioneer of the area, and a family friend has brought new light to some long standing climbing traditions. Every year on his birthday Billy would climb this tower in the Fishers area just east of Moab, called Ancient Art. This year I did Billy's birthday climb with him, that was my first time on the summit of that tower, and sadly Billy's last time. During our memorial, Jimmie, Jeff, and Jamie, the closest people to Billy, passed the torch on the to me, to continue the birthday summit of ancient art every September. And my birthday isn't even in September. I'm happy to carry the torch. With young bodies and old souls, I'm honored.

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          I know it seems like this should have been two separate posts but to me changing of the tides, is an over all emotional roller coaster that it my life recently.