happening

I had this conversation at work today. Just your normal, everyday conversation. And it prompted this. Thankfully. It is something I have wanted and needed really. It is why I like to run, it is why I like to write. This.

 Just this: putting words together, and hoping someone latches on and connects. Someone gets something out of something I have said, and not everything I touch turns to mush. Well… something like that. 

What warrants a hipster you might ask? That is the real question of our time, is it not? The great debate if you will. It is not skinny jeans and fake spectacles. (Yes, I said spectacles.) It’s not anything really specific. If you narrow the field, then you really aren't a hipster. And if you narrow down the specifics of an athlete, a runner… then you really don’t get it. Why do I run? Why do I act the way I do? Dress the way I dress, live the way I live? 

If you have to ask you may never understand. And maybe, just maybe,

I just don’t even know. So here’s to the happening. Here’s to the new, the old, the young, the free, the goings and comings. And the miles and miles of adventure ahead. 

be. different.