Yosemite.

Oh, Yosemite.

It is magic.  It really is… as you might be able to tell from the video.

I’ve gone there six years in a row… lived there for two whole summers.

They were some of the best summers of my life [thus far].  The first summer there was the one where I grew up, became me.

The second summer is when I learned love, learned life, became brave.

Not too long ago, I was convinced I would never go a year without going to Yosemite.  Now, this year: 2012… I’m slowly realizing I don’t think I’ll make it to Yosemite this year.  I don’t think I can… I don’t think it’s in the cards.

The shortness of breath starts… watching this video, I almost cry.

I have to go.  It is my reset button.  It is how I remember.

I have to find the freedom of Yosemite from year to year.  The refreshment.  Remembering when I found myself.  Remembering me.  Who I am.  Remembering when I found love.  Knowing love.  Remembering when I found life.  Knowing life.  Knowing what it means to live.  Remembering overcoming fear.  Doing it.

Yosemite gave me all these things.

Will I be able to remember all these things… to be all these things… without my reset button?

[oh, i hope so.]