THE MAGLET

My blog is an archive of my thoughts, feelings and experiences. I write my own poetry, short stories and I am in the works of writing a novel. I encourage feedback on my writing, so feel free to send me a message! I write on a whim most the time.

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Today’s hike 💚 2.6.16

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Missing my home

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Full Moon Questions - Hike up Buttermilk Mountain

Last night some of my friends, my boyfriend and I made the hike up West Buttermilk under a full moon. We were fully equipped. We had all of our ski gear on, backpacks full of extra layers, snacks and most importantly PBR. We strapped our skis onto our backpacks and started ascending the mountain step by step.

The moon was out in full swing. As we kept creeping closer and closer to the summit of the mountain, our breaths quickened and we started to get the “swing”. The swing is what happens when your suffer exhaustion but cannot get over the mad desire to get to the top to stop pushing yourself.

After about 45 minutes of climbing in the dark, we had made it. At the top of the mountain there was a small bench that sat near a warming hut overlooking Aspen Mountain, Aspen Highlands and even the Maroon Bells. We could see a few headlamps flashing about in the Highlands Bowl. We couldn’t help but think how gutsy and determined those skiers must be to hike up the bowl.

After about 20 minutes admiring the view, we headed inside to drink some more beer at the nearby warming hut. We shared many laughs in the warming hut. We stayed for a while and more hikers came in to join our fun. Looking at the clock it was 9:30pm and we decided to head down the mountain.

Everyone headed outside to assemble their gear. Our group consisted of two skiers (my boyfriend and I), two telemarkers and one very very brave soul… a sledder. Once everyone had their gear on and ready, we started heading down the mountain under the light of the full moon. There’s something so magical about skiing down a mountain on a full moon with no headlamp required. There was a light breeze; the mountain appeared to be singing at us. We headed through the terrain park, hit a couple jumps and then started tree skiing through the fresh powder that had fallen that morning. One word came to my mind “magic”. I couldn’t help but feel fully alive. Fully happy, fully content with where I was at my life in that moment.

When we made it to the bottom of the mountain, we packed up our gear and loaded the car to drive back to Aspen proper. I couldn’t help but think about what I had just accomplished. The full moon hike up Buttermilk is often thought of as Aspen local initiation. Did this hike mean that I’m officially a local now? My mind was mixed with emotion. I have strong pacific northwest roots that pull me back. Do I want to stay here? What about my dreams about starting a company? Is it possible here? What about my other love of the ocean, my family, my friends that all reside Northwest. Aspen is my boyfriends home. I feel bad taking him away from here in less than a year. What is a girl to do?

Opinions? Thoughts? Thanks for reading :) Would love to hear from you guys!

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Lift to the Stars (USA) by Zach Allia || Instagram

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23 and Lost (Feb 10, 2016)

Fuck. Damn. Shit.

What the hell am I doing? Where am I going with my life? Why am I in this job?

Those are questions that run through my mind constantly. I’m one year out of University, have a relatively stable job (although seasonal), a great boyfriend and friends who are supporting me everyday. My life doesn’t seem that bad right? Then why do I keep asking myself the same damn question day after day?

Like many recent college graduates, I have found myself lost. Articles online read that people my age shouldn’t worry. At 23 J.K. Rowling didn’t have a dime, Oprah was fired from her job and Tina Fey was working at the YMCA just trying to make ends meet. One thing the articles fails to tell you is all these incredibly successful ladies at least had an idea of what they like doing. Yeah Oprah was fired but she was pursuing a job on a major television network. I can sure as hell bet you that J.K. Rowling was writing at the time and Tina Fey was acting on the side. What I’m trying to say here is that these people had a passion and they were pursuing it. The problem I’m having (and I hear many other 23 year old’s are having) is deciding what direction I should go in order to best utilize my skill set whilst earning still making ends meet… and hopefully more than just meet.

This blog will be dedicated to my journey as a 23 year old. The ups, the downs, and anywhere in between. Making big life decisions at this point seems a bit impossible but I’m hoping that this blog will help me vent and lead me to the path of greatness. Yeah seems a bit far-fetched that a blog could be the answer to my problems but I’ll give it a go. Follow 23 & Lost to witness my story unfold on a tumblr blog, it might just give you some direction too.

Best,

Maggie

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The scary truth

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My blog is a private thing that is open to everyone in the world except to the people I know in real life.

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Superfood bowls

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Be the Change

I keep waiting on the world to happen I keep waiting on people to change I keep on waiting for something to occur that will change my path, my way. Stagnant action haunts my dreams and my wants, threatens to take them all away. No one will change without reason, the world doesn't change in a day. So I hereby challenge you to the task, to be the change in the world you think will last. Don't keep on waiting for nothing shall come to those who don't take action, who think the world will just come.

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Norwegian bear by Monica Kristiansen

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You hurt my feelings but that you don't know.  

I try to play it cool, don't contact you until you want me back, but will you though? 

What is this a love game? I don't understand... How one day you love me and the next you up & ran. 

Ran away from what I thought was so good but I guess I read into something and completely misconstrued.

Well I'm sorry if I didn't know, I didn't understand. 

You told me you weren't like the others, you're up for the unplanned. 

Chirpin' to me what I want to hear, I guess it was enough. 

I gave you everything and then you up and run. 

Promise me you wouldn't, promise me you'd care. Care about my feelings, care and always be there. 

Well I'm sorry if things got a little out of hand, opened myself up, let my emotions take hand. 

I know now what I didn't know then, an educational experience but I do need a hand. 

Time gives me heeling, time gives me trust but I'm sorry buddy you didn't give me enough.  

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Heartbreak (Rap Poem)

Remember the nice girl, the one too good for her own good?  The one with the smile, the one that was misunderstood?

The happy girl you think you know, but underneath it all it's just sorrow and defeat, you really didn't know. 

She's just wanderin around the fact that you broke her heart & leaped 

Leaped away from commitment, the outcome favorable or destructive you'll never know. 

But one things straight to the girl, the one that you left.  She'll always know heartbreak, this one she'll never forget. 

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Hiding your hurt only intensifies it. Problems grow in the dark and only become bigger and bigger, but when exposed to the light of truth, they shrink. You are only as sick as your secrets. So take off your mask, stop pretending you’re perfect and walk into freedom.

Rick Warren (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

I need to tell myself this more often

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Macclesfield, Cheshire, England by Paul Miller 2009 op Flickr

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Geyser of Emotion

For am I where I have been? 

For am I the living past of adventures experienced deep within?

A welling of emotion flowing up from former happiness, laughter and hurts,

Rising up like a geyser slowing but then suddenly burst. 

Are we made of what we once were?

Do we let spent days of trying rattle us infinitely or do we let go of the hurt? 

Character defined by a once trying time or character built on the new adaptive ways of life?

The matter of the fact is the one that is true, today you are the person made of the past, made of the you. 

Confused on the matter but do not fret, the future is waiting, the past lie dormant under the cracks. 

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“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”

Albert Camus (via thruhiker)

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I don't know why we met

I don't know where we're going. 

Together or not, I'm happy to have known you. 

You filled a void deep within my soul. 

I won't forget you, even when I grow old. 

I hope you understand how I feel because I want you to remember me 

Wherever you go, wherever you land.