When I left the company that I thought would be my final destination, I realized I didn’t have the coping mechanisms I usually rely on in times of stress: food and wine. You see, I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes in September 2017, which rendered my 30-something years of coping habits pretty much useless.
I can’t bury this in Ben & Jerry’s.
I won’t find wisdom at the bottom of a wine bottle.
Now, instead of eating or drinking my feelings, I’m hiking my feelings.
When I realized that walking got me to this moment, it was abundantly clear that it would get me through it as well. Peel back another layer, and the walking is the moment.
My name is Sydney Williams and I am an outdoor enthusiast. I grew up in the suburbs of Kansas City, during one of the last stretches of time that would allow children to live an adolescence free from camera phones and social media.
We knew where our friends were by where the bikes were piled.
My curfew was set by the sun and a literal dinner bell.
And, though there weren’t mountains or beaches to explore where I grew up, we did spend a lot of time outside.
As an adult, I’ve been getting back to that innocence I had as a kid, but I took the long way around to get there.
Hiking My Feelings Essays
The intro: Hiking My Feelings