I’ve written before about my amazing Book Club and how we’ve been together for almost 10 years now. It’s hard to believe that it’s been that long but there is something comforting about knowing I’ll get a night out once a month to do nothing but talk about some great books (and some not-so-great) and catch up on each other’s lives. Over the course of the past decade, we’ve changed jobs, had babies, became grandparents, and traveled across the sea. Last week we had a rare dinner where we all were able to attend. Even for once a month, it isn’t easy getting everyone to be available on the same date.
The book we read was “Wild” by Cheryl Strayed. This was not a book I would ever have picked up on my own. But… that is the beauty of having a book club. I’ve been able to experience books that I never would have, and in most cases, I have been changed by them.
This isn’t a book review, although I completely enjoyed “Wild” and highly recommend reading it. It is the conversation generated by the theme of the book that has my mind going in circles. In a nutshell, the book takes you on the author’s journey as she hiked the Pacific Crest Trail in California. Alone. From the Mojave Desert to Oregon, Cheryl endured 4 months of pain, fear, freedom, thirst, hunger, disappointment, incredible highs, beautiful scenery, camaraderie, and a few Snapple Lemonades. But our conversation last night led to the question,
“What would your “wild” be?”
Would you hike? Would you travel? Would you do something scary and dangerous?
Leave me a comment and let me know what you would do if you were able to spend a few weeks (or months) alone.