Inside Out
It’s officially fall out there, with the leaves turning colour and the wind tossing everything around. Someone at work the other day said they couldn’t understand why anyone liked this time of year, because to her it was all about things dying. But I’ve always liked the briskness of it, the new things that fall brings (school, jobs, etc.). This year I’ve started working in the Legislature as a provincial government intern. I really like it so far, but I’m having a hard time getting used to is staring at a screen all day. Growing up, I was never very athletic and I loved books, two things which meant that no one expected me to like being outdoors nor did they really push me to. That’s one thing about guys that I really like. Being outside and finding random things to do seems to be a lot more part of the guys’ culture than it is for girls. So all in all, I got pretty complacent about staying inside.
Now, as I get older, become Nature Instructor, go on a few more campouts, I realize not being sportsy doesn’t mean I’m not outdoorsy. I’m reading a book right now about this guy in the 70s who built a medieval leather boat and sailed it across the Atlantic to Newfoundland to prove that the Irish Saint Brendan could have done the same thing in the 6th century. This story makes me want to hop on a boat and go on a really big adventure which may take up all my time and energy and push me but which I would remember for the rest of my life. So, in general, I guess the gist of this blog post is how much I feel God pushing me to both appreciate the beauty of the outdoors but more specifically to take on the briskness of it, the edge to it—it’s not as comfortable as being curled up in a chair in my temperature-regulated home. There’s a time for that, but not all the time. Going on adventures makes memories, whether that’s walking through the city or careening through the backwoods of Assiniboia on a lawn mower. I don’t do it enough. It’s easier, especially with my new job, to spend all my time in front of a computer screen. So now it’s fall, the time for new changes, right? At least we can start. I’m going outside.
Kelsey Hutton
Camp Assiniboia Summer Program Director
Now, as I get older, become Nature Instructor, go on a few more campouts, I realize not being sportsy doesn’t mean I’m not outdoorsy. I’m reading a book right now about this guy in the 70s who built a medieval leather boat and sailed it across the Atlantic to Newfoundland to prove that the Irish Saint Brendan could have done the same thing in the 6th century. This story makes me want to hop on a boat and go on a really big adventure which may take up all my time and energy and push me but which I would remember for the rest of my life. So, in general, I guess the gist of this blog post is how much I feel God pushing me to both appreciate the beauty of the outdoors but more specifically to take on the briskness of it, the edge to it—it’s not as comfortable as being curled up in a chair in my temperature-regulated home. There’s a time for that, but not all the time. Going on adventures makes memories, whether that’s walking through the city or careening through the backwoods of Assiniboia on a lawn mower. I don’t do it enough. It’s easier, especially with my new job, to spend all my time in front of a computer screen. So now it’s fall, the time for new changes, right? At least we can start. I’m going outside.
Kelsey Hutton
Camp Assiniboia Summer Program Director
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