Momentum March

Quiet, steady… life after 50 things begin again. Starting with intention.

Thriving Outside

There are months where you survive.
And then there are months where you move.

March was a month of movement.

Not rushed. Not forced.
Just steady, intentional, and full of air in my lungs and space in my spirit.

This month, I followed curiosity and let it lead me outdoors.

I visited the Chamber of Commerce for maps, because sometimes you need a visual reminder that there’s more to see.
I walked for wellness through Crystal Springs Rhododendron Garden, noticing what was blooming and what was still on its way.
Each Sunday, I walked over two miles, keeping a promise to myself that felt simple, but mattered.

I stepped onto the Wildwood Trail in Forest Park.
Welcomed spring at Smith & Bybee Wetlands.
And then… I hit the road.

Central Oregon opened up in a way I didn’t expect.

I camped.
Slept differently.
Woke up differently.

I hiked to a waterfall that reminded me how powerful stillness can be.
Climbed Pilot Butte and took in a view that didn’t ask anything of me except to stand there and receive it.
Surveyed Smith Rock and felt small in the best possible way.

I stood at Thor’s Well,where the ocean breathes in and out with force and rhythm.
I slid down snow on Mt. Hood, laughing in a way that felt young and free.
I saw wild horses. A golden eagle. A Highland cow.

And I didn’t rush past any of it.

https://www.youtube.com/@ShannonOutside

I let it land.

I closed out the month with a visit to OHSU’s primate center, as a guest—another reminder that there is always more to learn, more to see, more to understand.

But maybe my favorite moment wasn’t on a trail or a cliffside.

Maybe it was going down the slide with my granddaughter, Brooke.

Because momentum doesn’t always look like big adventures.
Sometimes it looks like choosing joy in a small, ordinary moment—and letting that count too.

This month was a relentless flow of fresh air, open roads, and new experiences.
And for the first time in a long time, I didn’t question if I deserved it.

I just lived it.

I’m proud of myself.

Highland Cow
Pilot Butte
Open Road