The Grand

As I’m making my way up to the Grand Canyon, I think of how close I’ve been to this natural wonder and yet this will be my first time stepping foot in it. I can say it all happens for a reason, or I just simply didn’t acknowledge it in a way that my attention was brought to it, until now. My plan to come to Arizona was a bit spur-of-the-moment, and to bring this challenge to myself was also something that wasn’t pre-planned but just on a whim. The most important part of all this was giving myself the opportunity to see this spectacle, to immerse myself in it without the messiness of planning. Sometimes all the planning and organizing we do to get to a place, to do the thing, I can’t help but feel it gets in the way. I say that with ease, but look how a lot of things I end up doing turn out; most of the time, truthfully, a total shit show. I’m also sadistic in that sense where I love it—I love the chaos, organized just enough to get me there but chaotic enough that who knows what will happen when I get there. Organized chaos—a beautiful oxymoron. That’s how I feel the next few days will turn out: slightly planned, very little preparation, but irresponsibly enough confidence to drive a man mad.