So, I had this thing rattling around in my head for days, maybe weeks. Couldn’t shake it. You know how it gets. Just noise. Decided I needed some air, some quiet that wasn’t just silence, if that makes sense. Grabbed my keys and just started driving, ended up heading towards that old reservoir path.
I parked where the road kinda gives up and turns into a trail. Started walking along the creek that feeds the main water body. It wasn’t much, just a trickle really, cutting through the woods. I followed it upstream. It’s funny how you focus on little things when you walk like that. The sound of the water over the rocks, the way the sunlight hit the leaves. Just putting one foot in front of the other.
Reaching the Water
Eventually, the trees opened up, and there was the reservoir. Water level looked a bit low, actually. Found a decent rock near the edge, kinda flat, and sat down. Just stared out across the water for a bit. Didn’t really think about anything specific at first.
Then, that thing I was wrestling with started creeping back in. It was this project, this situation, that felt completely out of control. Trying to manage it felt like trying to manage this creek and reservoir system all by myself. You get sudden bursts of problems, like a flash flood rushing down the creek, overwhelming everything. Then other times, it’s just a frustratingly slow trickle, not enough progress, like the reservoir drying up.
It felt like I was constantly patching leaks, redirecting flow, trying to build dams against stuff I couldn’t even see coming. The whole structure felt shaky. It was exhausting.
- Trying to keep the main part stable.
- Dealing with all the little side streams causing trouble.
- Worrying the whole thing would just collapse or overflow.
A Bit of Clarity
Sitting there, watching the actual creek flow into the actual reservoir, I noticed how messy it really is. Branches caught here and there, bits of erosion, water finding its own path. It wasn’t neat. It wasn’t perfectly managed. But it worked, mostly. The water still got where it was going. Nature just… adjusts. Sometimes it’s rough, sometimes it’s calm.
Didn’t magically solve my problem. No brilliant ideas popped into my head. But watching the water, the creek, the reservoir… it kinda put things in perspective. Maybe perfection wasn’t the goal. Maybe just keeping things flowing, even if it’s messy, was enough for now. Maybe you can’t control every single drop.
I must have sat there for a good hour. Got up eventually, brushed the dust off my jeans. Walked back down along the creek. It seemed less complicated on the way back. Or maybe I was just less wound up about it. The noise in my head had definitely dialed down a notch or two. Felt a bit lighter. Still had the problem to deal with, sure, but it didn’t feel quite so overwhelming anymore. Just part of the flow, I guess.
