Various Shit

The Lost Coast was hella good, only because my brother and I kept singing the No Doubt song "Hella Good" over and over to each other (pbooooow). There are other far superior descriptions of what it's like then what I could provide here. I'd rather share some other thoughts I had -- walking on the coastline over the sand, the scree, the talus and boulders, and dashing past the incoming surf brought a number of metaphors related to my career choice to mind.

• Sometimes the sand and scree make you feel like you're not even moving but as you persevere and ignore fatigue, progress comes. Could this mean I should keep my current job, even thought I don't currently like it?
• After a long and brutal day of over 15 miles and 4,000 feet of elevation, we decided to bush whack down a canyon and get to the ocean. Unfortunately, we had a lousy map with little detail and couldn't tell if the canyon was passable. Taking a chance, we navigated it, found the ocean, and claimed an awesome camp site for the night. This leads me to believe that taking chances can lead to greater rewards.
• We ran out of water one day and had to do the last four miles dry and in scorching heat. If things aren't planned properly, things can go from bad to worse.
• There was a large shipwreck on the coast, the stern section lay upside down on the rocky shore with its propeller aimed skyward. It seems failure is inevitable, the important thing is how to recover and grow beyond it.

To summarize, I'm not sure what I'm doing, but my mind is turning furiously at all hours trying to get a handle on who I'm supposed to be. Maybe the point is to just try and know, while realizing such a goal is unattainable; the formula to derive your identity will never exist.