Not all big transitions in life have a ceremony or a big event to mark the occasion, but I know the importance of acknowledging the end of an era. As my chapter with iThemes draws to a close next week, I wanted to share a bit about what I’ve learned, what the journey has meant, and where I’m heading next.

My time at iThemes has represented eleven full years of my life: building meaningful relationships and friendships; professional and personal growth; developing my instincts for business; embracing the challenges of loss, change, and even success. 

Early into my first year at iThemes, we had our team motto created in giant letters to hang in the lobby of the office. I stood back, took photos, and watched as the letters were leveled and attached to the wall. Every day we walked through the front doors to work, we’d be reminded: 

Make People’s Lives Awesome. 

For us, this motto meant a responsibility to three sets of people, in this order: 

• Our families
• Our fellow team members
• Our customers 

iThemes was always, for me, a place to connect to that mission. I knew the work I was doing mattered because it was fueled by a shared purpose. Whatever we were doing to innovate and serve our customers, we also wanted to make an awesome life for the people closest to us—and for ourselves. 

But the truth is, I always struggled a bit with how to define myself in terms of my career. iThemes has represented so such much to me, but I’ve always had other interests. Behind the scenes, late at night, and on the weekends, I was doing other work. I just had no idea how to integrate it all—the “iThemes” me, and the real me, the writer, the journal-keeper. 

This quote has followed me around for years, showing up again and again in unexpected ways and places:  

“What you seek is seeking you.”
– Rumi 

These words speak to two parts of me: the one that’s optimistic and hopeful, then the other one that dabbles in pure skepticism and cynicism. I’m mostly suspicious of the mystical, but I wanted this to be true: could what I want also want me? Is it possible there’s a mutual searching between us and what we long for? 

In 2014, I started keeping a daily journal. Introduced to mindfulness by my counselor, I discovered this novel approach to focusing my attention on the present moment. Mindfulness helped me discover a new truth that will guide me for the rest of my life:

Our days are full of meaning and significance if we’re paying attention. 

Keeping a journal was a natural outpouring of shifting my awareness to the present: with so much beauty, with so much meaning and significance, I wanted to capture it all, keep a record. A day’s events began to feel so important to me, I couldn’t let them slip away without wanting to capture all the details. Maybe it was a duty I felt to tend to the new outlook on life that I had been given. 

Ultimately, in keeping a journal, I learned I want to be a writer. My job at iThemes has always relied heavily on technical writing, copywriting, and SEO. On the side, I began to dabble in poetry and flash non-fiction, in short stories, and even outlined a novel or two. But I know, deep down, my defining genre is memoir—specifically, in the form of keeping a journal. 

But how can you possibly make a living keeping a journal? That was the perplexing question that seemed to only have one answer: you can’t.

But something within me was defiant. I was going to stick with it no matter what. Sometimes, I was even bewildered at my commitment to the work: thousands of hours, two books, an email series, teaching workshops, retreats, and recently, a webinar. All on the subject of journaling. That’s how much it meant to me. That’s how much I needed it.

Then earlier this summer, I happened on a job posting. And I almost fell out of my chair. I knew, instantly, that I had found my dream job. So I spent the next 48 hours working on my resume (which was nonexistent), then applying. I didn’t mention it to anyone. 

The next week, I went to Colorado with my family on vacation. I checked my email daily for updates. The days went on, the job posting went down, and I began to think the opportunity had passed. I was on a hike by myself, cresting a ridge to a view of Pikes Peak, when the quote struck me again. Except for this time, I felt an odd sense of assurance. Something seemed to tell me that all the work I’ve done over the years has meant something. It hadn’t all been wasted.

Back at home, I did some digging. I contacted a friend who I thought might know something about the role. She did, and with an astounding amount of kindness, she flagged my resume. The next few weeks were a whirlwind, but I dug in and gave it all my effort. I sat at stoplights, whispering to myself, “I want this job.” Like saying it out loud meant it wasn’t just locked up in my head and heart. I succumbed, at times, to more angst than I’d like to admit, but tried to stay hopeful, and vulnerable to how much I wanted it. 

So today I’m excited to finally share … 

I’m the new Digital Marketing Manager for the Day One journaling app. If dream jobs exist, this is mine: helping others learn how to keep a journal, and with the best tool built exclusively for that purpose, Day One. 

On Keeping a Journal

We all have an impulse to document our lives in one way or another: through the photos in our camera roll, through Facebook posts, tweets, or Instagram reels. Maybe it’s through to-do lists or calendar invites or blog posts. Some of this we do plainly in public view, so we may carefully curate what other people see about our lives. 

A journal is simply a personal record of experiences, occurrences, insights, and reflections kept on a regular basis.

A journal is simply a personal record of experiences, occurrences, insights, and reflections kept on a regular basis. A journal, however, is the antithesis of what we may share in public.

A journal is the private, sacred space we all need to process thoughts, record memories, and make sense of our lives. No one in the world is watching. Not your cousin or your coworkers or big tech. With a journal, you trade in the affirmation you get in the form of likes or hearts or retweets, but the work you do to face a blank page with honesty will keep you true to yourself. 

A journal will help you remember your life, stand witness to it, and capture time as it passes. My journal is full of memories, some that might have been otherwise forgotten. On countless occasions, I’ve experienced the strange phenomenon of a memory being unearthed just by reading a journal entry. Would I have remembered it otherwise? I’m not so sure.

A journal is both a mirror and a compass, and I believe it’s one of the most important practices we can develop to foster reflection, introspection, and clarity. I’ve learned the sound of my own voice, and the two different stories I often tell myself (my memory and my journal often offer two very different narratives).

Keeping a journal will teach you to see all the beauty and wonder and significance in your life. It’s there, I promise. 

So, let me say this: 

Find your passion. Figure out what you truly want in life. Be brave enough to grant yourself the freedom to really, really want something. 

Find your passion. Figure out what you truly want in life. Be brave enough to grant yourself the freedom to really, really want something. 

All of it matters. All the work you’re doing now, even if it seems disjointed from who you wish you were or what you wish you could be doing.

Reframe this struggle as the primary indicator of how meaningful and important it is to you. After all, good stories are about two things: 1) wanting something and then 2) overcoming the inevitable obstacles you’ll face to get there. 

Cultivate your sense of identity, even if it means you secretly rebel against what you ought to be doing. Don’t give up. All roads will lead you there. But you must stay on the road.

So, what would happen if this was true for you? 

What you seek is, indeed, seeking you. 

I owe iThemes and the amazing people there a debt of gratitude: for believing in me, for trusting me, for giving me a place to grow, and for letting me be who I truly am.

As this chapter in my life draws to a close, just know it’s been one of the most rewarding and meaningful things I’ve ever done—getting to work with you all, help build this business, solve problems together, and serve our customers. We’ve had a ton of fun, and those stories are the ones I’ll always hold dear. I’ll miss you all immensely. 

This song by one of my favorite artists says it best:

Love is change.

With much love, and much hope, for the journey ahead.

his week, I wrap up nearly a decade at iThemes. I didn’t want to let this transition go by without reflecting on what I learned, celebrating some achievements, and expressing gratitude to the awesome team that became a second family to me. You don’t spend 10 years together without having some stories to tell. 

If I’m honest, I never saw myself in marketing or even business. I studied art in college, assuming I would go on to a career in the humanities or education. Once I left college, I’ll admit I floated from one non-profit job to another, not sure where I belonged. But that’s when the special place of iThemes welcomed me, introducing me to the wonderful world of WordPress. 

It’s been said that WordPress is a movement, a philosophy. The open-source initiative means freedom: ideas are shared; collaboration is key; transparency is necessary. Like all idealistic notions, of course, nothing is perfect. But I was drawn to these high ideals of empowerment and free expression; I could get behind these values as the foundation of our business. 

What I quickly learned, though, is that WordPress also represents an entire thriving business ecosystem. Talented teams around the globe work every day to bring innovative tools that build on the foundation of WordPress. The WordPress marketplace faces both some unique and universal business challenges. Ask any developer turned overnight CEO; any former art student turned content marketer. 

I gave myself the challenge of distilling down my experience of selling and marketing WordPress products as a way to look back and also a way to look forward. I believe these lessons will continue to be true long into the future. So, here goes.

1. Marketing … with Heart 💛 

Let’s face it: marketing can get a bad wrap. If there was one thing I realized during my first few months at iThemes, it was the challenge of building a marketing approach that was also a bridge between our customers and the rest of the team. 

What I learned was the importance of what I call marketing with heart. It’s an approach to marketing that is built on a few key values:

• Be helpful.
• Be generous.
• Be sincere, authentic, and honest. 
• Be clear and concise. 
• Respect your customers’ time (as well as their inbox and timeline)
• Earn respect with your team. 
• Commit to excellence. No shortcuts.
• Do the right thing. 
• Make people’s lives awesome

With any marketing campaign, I learned to ask myself:

• How are we being helpful and generous?
• What’s confusing about this?
• What exactly am I asking the customer to do?
• How can I make this action easier for the customer? 
• Is there anything I’m being lazy about?
• How can we surprise and delight anyone who reads or sees this?

Of course, all marketing comes with one primary goal: make more money. But I’m here to say you can make money and hold these priorities at the same time.

2. Sell The Thing You Made For Yourself

Quite simply: The WordPress products that took off were solutions we built for ourselves to solve a specific problem. 

For example: 

• BackupBuddy was built after we experienced a server crash in 2010. We needed a way to completely back up and restore our own WordPress website, so the idea for BackupBuddy was born. 
• iThemes Security came on the heels of experiencing a server breach, when the need for a better WordPress security solution became obvious. 
• iThemes Training courses like SEO Bootcamp and Google Analytics Bootcamp were launched because we needed this type of training internally. 

I can think of other examples outside of iThemes, like Restrict Content Pro. Over the course of that acquisition announcement, I learned that RCP was built out of Pippin Williamson’s need for a membership solution. 

3. Your Customers Likely See Your Product Differently Than You Do

One of the more interesting revelations was realizing customers often see the benefits of a product differently than we did. Often, there was a problem the product solved or another major benefit that we weren’t seeing, so we were missing an opportunity to highlight that benefit within our marketing efforts.

The best and only way to figure this out was to actually talk to customers. Interview them. Conduct meaningful surveys. Find out what you’re not seeing. Don’t guess.

Ultimately, knowing how your customers truly see your product better shapes and informs your marketing messaging, the copy in your sales pages, the emails you send, the ads you run. And it can help you focus your development efforts in a better direction. 

4. Simplicity and Clarity Always Win

Donald Miller says “The brand that communicates the simplest is going to win.”

I bought into this idea, fully: Simplicity and clarity are the things that will set you apart from your competitors. And I have example after example to prove why he’s right.

In reality, though, it isn’t easy to be simple or clear. Maybe it’s even more difficult in the tech world, where building a product doesn’t automatically mean you know how to effectively market it.

• Willingness to cut out anything unnecessary
• No shortcuts
• Intentionality
• A lot of WORK

5. The WordPress Marketplace Evolves Quickly. Your Business Should, Too

We all know that WordPress is constantly changing. (Hello, Gutenberg!) This change (well, like all change) is always met in three ways: 

• Resistance
• Ambivalence (my personal favorite)
• Acceptance 

The way WordPress core changes will impact WordPress businesses. There’s always the chance that the features you’ve built into plugins or themes may eventually become part of WordPress core. Or the functionality you’ve built as your product may become obsolete altogether. That’s a scary prospect, of course, bringing a level of uncertainty that isn’t for everyone.

We felt the challenge of WordPress change deeply at iThemes. After all, how do we work day-in, day-out improving our products and still be active in the wider WordPress community? How do you do both?

There’s no easy answer, but I can say for sure that staying involved in the wider WordPress community means keeping a better pulse on how WordPress is changing. 

This means:

• Going to WordCamps
• Actually getting to know our customers
• Being active in WordPress.org support forums
• Contributing to WordPress core
• Building an interactive community of our own at iThemes Training
• Building friendships with other WordPress business owners

While the challenge of change will always exist in a rapidly-changing industry, we learned we had to do what we could to stay relevant and continue to innovate. That often meant change within our organization and the products we offer. It meant pivoting to products that reflect the movement of both the WordPress community and the WordPress business ecosystem. 

6. Customers are Real People, Not Just Revenue Numbers

I remember reading something once about the limits of our comprehension when it comes to large numbers representing actual people. This awareness is also a monumental task when it applies to scaling a business and marketing: Each account represents an actual person with hopes, dreams, disappointments, and frustrations.

It can be difficult to hold the enormity of this continually, and I’ll be the first to admit it’s easy to get lost in charts and projections and forecast goals, losing sight of the faces behind all those numbers. 

At the iThemes office, we had an entire wall devoted to the pictures of customers. Every time I walked down the hall, I seemed to land on a new face. For a while, in the office break room, we had a TV that displayed the gravatar of the latest purchase (you never knew WHAT you were going to see). But these small efforts seemed to help remind us of the people behind the profits. 

7. Embrace Competition and Collaboration 

Not long after I started at iThemes, Cory Miller, our former CEO, hosted a “Friends of iThemes” event that included the owners of several other competing businesses. At the time, since I was new to the culture of WordPress, I found it a bit odd that competitors would meet up to talk through their shared challenges and successes … and just hang out. This was my first introduction to a rebuttal of the idea that just because you have competing products you can’t collaborate. 

One thing I’ve learned about the WordPress community is its generosity. I think this speaks to the fact that WordPress business owners, in general, truly want to help their customers. And of course, have a profitable business. We might as well work together.

8. Consistency is Key

All too often, we abandon endeavors if they’re not an instant success or if we don’t see instant results. But I’ve learned that some things take time. (In fact, I have a poster of this quote in my office to constantly remind me.)

Because business can happen at such a breakneck speed, and goals (especially revenue goals) can come with a ton of pressure and urgency, it’s easy to give up on marketing endeavors that don’t instantly succeed. 

That’s why it’s important to make informed decisions on what marketing initiatives are the most important, and commit to them. Really commit to them, and show your commitment with consistency. 

If I learned anything at iThemes, it’s that content, SEO and email are the secret sauce to great online marketing, especially for WordPress products. But these things take time. They take time to plan, time to produce, time to see results. And more than anything, they require consistency. 

• Send an email every week, no matter what. 
• Publish a blog post every weekday, no matter what. 
• Keep optimizing your old and new content for SEO. 

Don’t give up. It takes time to see the payoff. 

As Gretchen Ruben says, “What you do every day matters more than what you do every once in a while.”

9. See Failure & Mistakes as Opportunities to Learn & Grow

A “growth mindset” culture requires one key philosophy: Failure and mistakes are an opportunity to learn and grow. 

Simply:

• You can’t innovate without failing
• You can’t learn without making mistakes

I’ll admit it outright: I’m a perfectionist. To the MAX. But it’s been one of the greatest challenges of my personal (and professional) life–putting down the heavy shield of perfectionism. 

It’s no secret that we made a few mistakes and had a few failures at iThemes. Some of these mistakes impacted our customers directly, other times we felt the failure internally. 

But each and every one of those things laid the foundation for us to ask the incredibly important question of “why.” Having those incredibly difficult conversations helped us take the mistakes and failure to learn, grow and do better. 

When it comes to mistakes and failure, own up. Communicate the hard truth, even if it means sending an email to your customers. Don’t sweep these things under the rug. Even if it’s painful at first, your team (and your customers) will ultimately respect you all the more for it. There is no pathway to trust without transparency and honesty. 

10. Personal Development Matters as Much as Business Development 

Ultimately, if I learned anything at iThemes, it was myself. When I started at iThemes back in 2011, I had no idea how much I didn’t actually know myself … or what I wanted. 

Most jobs aren’t exactly the avenue for introspective endeavors, but I was handed several resources that helped me learn about my strengths. 

For one, each team member got a StrengthsFinder assessment. 

I learned my StrengthsFinder strengths (or themes) …. 

• Achiever
• Ideation
• Input
• Learner
• Strategic

Another strengths assessment is the VIA Character Strengths. Here are mine for that one:

• Appreciation of Beauty & Excellence
• Creativity
• Curiosity
• Love of learning
• Perspective

Ultimately, knowing your strengths helps you sharpen them. When you know where you excel, you can work in your sweet spots. Knowing your strengths also helps you know when you’re working outside of them. With the knowledge of strengths, you can build a better team, where individual team members have complementary strengths. It also helps you see different perspectives, motivations, and priorities. 

All of these lessons helped me realize that personal development matters as much as business development. Work on yourself. Know yourself.

As Thoreau said, “Know your own bone. Gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, gnaw it still.” Being a self-aware person helps you correctly frame all your motives, reactions, and decisions. This can’t be compartmentalized from professional life.

Wrapping Up a Decade + The Journey Ahead

More than the work and what we accomplished, I’m grateful for the friendships. We climbed trees, we rafted rivers (and fell out), we explored new cities, and we built some kick-ass WordPress products together. I’m thankful to be working with you every day, awed by your talent, your hard work, and your gif game. 

[Press play and continue reading]

To the iThemes team:

• I’m grateful to Matt Danner, our General Manager, for seeing the potential in me, for teaching me how to shoot a bow and arrow, and for being a kindred spirit about things like finding personal solitude in the woods and drinking good chai. Also, congrats on the Emmy!
• To Patti, Painkiller, made of pure gold: YOU are the glue. Your thoughtfulness is unmatched. Your kindness and generosity never left even the smallest detail untouched. I miss our walkabouts and conversations dearly. If I ever find myself barefoot on a beach in Hawaii again, you’ll be my first thought. Never stop exploring!
• To Chris Jean, Wearer of Many Hats: Pizza Parties Forever! You are the most intelligent human I know. Keep thinking, keep baking, keep the cats happy.
• Saylor Rain: You make all of us (especially Celine!) so proud. I can’t wait to see all the places you’ll go! (With a mink coat). Where do I buy a pass to the flower farm?!
• Elise: In the nine years I’ve known you, I’ve always seen one consistent thread: you are made for great things. Thanks for all the cakes and commas. 
• Sarah: I stand in awe of your spreadsheet skills. Thank you for always being so consistent and patient. And for doing it all while raising 3 boys!
• Michael: Learner, Grower, Activator, Woo. You inspire me so much to never stop learning and asking questions. Plus, you like cool tunz!
• Lewser: I would never have known so much about goats without you. I’ve enjoyed getting to work alongside your greatness. Live free and DIY.
• AJ: Your caffeine intake is a thing of wonder, along with your webcam resolution. Wishing you all the best!
• Timothy: What a cool thing it has been to get to see your talent expand. Winner forever of Zoom backgrounds. A Paul Hollywood handshake to you, sir.
• Rebecca: Oh, Canada! Knit on. And take down the patriarchy.
• Yobani: So glad we got to work together! Thanks for always being so helpful and for the taco recommendations.
• Thomas: Thanks for your tireless work in supporting customers. I truly wish you all the good things … and a new Rubix cube.
• Ronald: Afscheid! Still hoping to one day visit the Netherlands. Thanks for being such a great coworker and for all you’ve done for iThemes. Oh, and for the Stroopwafels.
• Nathan: You taught me so much about WordPress! Thank you for being such a generous teacher and advocate for iThemes.
• Curtains: I’m bummed we didn’t get to work together longer, but I’m excited to see where your experience and inquisitive nature takes you!
• Schmatt: Thank you for always having such a bright, helpful, positive attitude. Plus, you brought us the world’s best no-bake cookies. (Thanks, Kels!)
• Josh: I was always so impressed by your work ethic and positive attitude. Thanks for bringing your skills to iThemes.
• Jenny: I’ll never forget your story about 9/11. That one will stay with me forever! Thank you for sharing.
• Jared: While we didn’t get to work together that much, it was cool to see your hard work on RCP. Now, if I could just get a button to cancel my account at a certain online meal planning service …
• Daphne: I was so incredibly impressed at how you finished a web development program while being a mom while working a full-time job. You are an inspiration.
• To all the awesome folks at Liquid Web, including Joe Oesterling, Carrie Wheeler, Terry Trout, Mayra Pena & Misty Combs: Thank you for preserving iThemes and giving us a new home to thrive. It was a pleasure getting to know all of you!
• Lindsey Miller: I must include you among this list of gratitudes. We’ve had so many amazing conversations I’ll cherish forever. I’m so thankful for your friendship and encouragement all these years.
• Finally, thanks to Cory Miller, our former CEO, for giving me a place to learn, grow, and kick trash cans. I owe so much to you. 

Lastly, I’d like to give a shout-out to all the people out there who may be more comfortable behind the scenes of a business, content to do the work. Don’t try to fit into a mold. Build your personal brand, or refuse to do it out of principle. Seek out other interests besides business. Read for pleasure, take walks, have a hobby. If you despise social media or find it a waste of time, don’t do it. 

At the end of the day, at the end of a decade, only three things really matter:

• Progress 
• Passion
• People

I’ll never forget the sunset Tuesday night. Driving home, the space just above the horizon line was glowing pink and orange. A line of heavy clouds obscured the upper portion of the sky, leaving just enough space for the light to get through. The sun slipped down, revealing itself for a few moments, a huge orb of light.

My view of the sky wasn’t perfect or full. Buildings and gas stations and warehouses blocked the sight, and I sped up, weaving in and out of traffic, hoping the highway onramp would unfold a better vista. But, by the time the stoplights cycled, the colors were already fading. I looked over, aware of my hands on the steering wheel, trying my best to match words to what I was seeing, the way blue and purple washed into pink and yellow, a watercolor western sky.

It was one of those sunsets that seemed distinct from all the countless others I’ve witnessed. I felt lucky to have seen it — a true, unexpected gift — it only lasted for a few, fleeting moments. Had I not left work ten minutes early, I would have missed it completely.

For the rest of my commute home, I turned the radio off, getting lost in anticipation. It was election night in America.

I realize now I’d just assumed I’d be standing in front of a TV when the results were finally called, moved once more by the ideals of hope, democracy, unity, equality, and a brighter future. The voters would speak, rejecting fear and hate. I was ready to have my faith in the country restored.

***

The last few days have been hard. I didn’t anticipate how deeply this election would emotionally affect me: sadness, anger, grief; the realization of profound misunderstandings, deep divisions.

I hoped to find some solace by going to the park. The sun did come out today and yesterday, as it usually does, to remind us that nature does not bend to our moods. It was actually a beautiful day, warm sunlight, a blue sky. The colors of fall get brighter, more saturated — reds, oranges, yellows.

There’s a particular smell right now, when you’re walking through the woods — crisp, spicy, earthy. There’s a small window of time before the leaves on the ground get damp and begin to decompose. That’s another smell; it’s both sweet and savory, like the smell of red wine.

I made my way down the trail, beginning in my favorite part of the park. The branches of the younger oaks thread over the path; sunlight falls in a patchwork over the ground. A breeze picked up and the leaves rustled, and I stopped, watching: the sight of those yellow leaves falling all around, fluttering to their final resting place.

I walked mostly, running only for a few minutes. My leg muscles ached and my body was too tired. My mental energies have been exerted elsewhere, and there wasn’t enough left.

I passed several people — people with their dogs trotting ahead of them, a man in a business suit and sunglasses, another jogger. That we waved to each other, smiled, as strangers, lifted my spirits. Maybe we’d taken to the park for similar reasons, even if we had cast our votes differently.

Near the first mile marker on the trail, there’s a sculpture of two children pulling on a giant wishbone. The top of the wishbone arches over the path; each child pulls on their own end, on opposite sides. Their bodies are frozen in the struggle, their arms stretched up, squatting into their effort.

Near the first mile marker on the trail, there’s a sculpture of two children pulling on a giant wishbone. The top of the wishbone arches over the path; each child pulls on their own end, on opposite sides. Their bodies are frozen in the struggle, their arms stretched up, squatting into their effort.

The race looks equal, and you can’t tell which one will win, where the bone will crack above them. If I have one criticism of the work of art, it’s that the children look too similar; they’re identical in fact. Neither looks to have an advantage.

I’m not sure the world is actually like that, that there’s a fundamental fairness promised to everyone. Not everyone is an advocate for equality, especially when the disadvantages of one actually benefit another.

Can the wishbone ever break evenly, divided down the center? Can there be more than one winner? Can we all get what we want? The artist didn’t reveal what happens, deciding instead to immortalize the moment just before the outcome of the competition.

And so we toil on, pulling for our wishes. Maybe the wishbone hasn’t cracked quite yet.

I ventured off the paved path today, into the thick brush of the park. Off to the right of the walkway, a slight parting of the trees revealed a narrow dirt trail. Where did it go?

A few footprints were pressed into the damp mud ahead of me, so I wasn’t the first to follow my curiosity. I wondered who else had been here before me; maybe the trail was already familiar to them, or maybe they had set off exploring the unknown, like me.

I made my way forward, ducking under limbs, pushing branches out of the way, navigating around vines with thorns. A few paces in, I stopped, surveying the scene—a thick, wild wood had engulfed me: the scent of evergreens, fresh and new; trees with the first hints of green leaves; tall brown grass.

Looking around, I was reminded of being a kid, exploring the woods in front of our house. Maybe it was because there was something mysterious and enchanted about the interior of the park, like a secret garden, long overgrown and forgotten.

Looking around, I was reminded of being a kid, exploring the woods in front of our house. Maybe it was because there something mysterious and enchanted about the interior of the park, like a secret garden, long overgrown and forgotten.

I continued on my way, stepping, climbing, exhilarated. I wasn’t sure where I was going, exactly, and maybe that was the thrill.

Up ahead, the trail forked and I considered my options. On one side, a tree had fallen over the path, most likely during the ice storm last fall. On the other, the trail seemed to fade into thick brush.

I chose the fallen tree, mainly because I wanted to climb over it. And just as I crested the trunk, a knobby branch caught my pants and ripped a hole in them.

I leaned down to inspect the damage—it was a jagged tear, about 3 inches wide, on my upper thigh. The fabric was tattered and irreparable.

I laughed to myself, thinking this is what I get. I get a hole in my favorite pants because I needed an “adventure.”

I heard voices up ahead and I could make out the outline of two women walking on the other side of a line of trees. I could see the black pavement of the walkway—I’d made it from one side of the park to the other, I just needed to navigate the last bit of brush.

When I finally emerged out of the woods, it was to an open clearing in the more habitable part of the park, right in front of one of the more popular playgrounds. I tried to act casual, like it was a very normal thing to have done—duck out from behind a few branches, off an improvised trail, looking only slightly disheveled, with torn clothes.

I rejoined the pavement, walking on. From behind my sunglasses, I glanced over at the people sitting where they were supposed to sit, at picnic tables or under the pavilions, or swinging their children on swings, enjoying a sunny afternoon in the park.

***

Low tide. The ocean recedes, revealing a landscape that is usually hidden underwater—sea moss-covered rocks, their texture like velvet, brown and bright green and yellow. Later this evening, when the tide rolls back in, the water will overtake them, leaving just the ancient gray granite above the surf, stacked high, unmoved, unchanged, for centuries.

This morning, the lobster boats idle in the distance, swinging out into arcs, than stopping. Whether they’re collecting their traps or setting new ones, I can’t tell. Brightly colored buoys are scattered everywhere in this cove, like sprinkles.

This morning, the lobster boats idle in the distance, swinging out into arcs, than stopping. Whether they’re collecting their traps or setting new ones, I can’t tell. Brightly colored buoys are scattered everywhere in this cove, like sprinkles. Every color and combination you can imagine—green with white, yellow and red, blue, neon green. Some are so close to the shoreline now, in low tide, I wonder if I could walk out onto the rocks to inspect how far the ropes extend down deep into the surprisingly clear water.

“Maine has the highest number of elderly people per capita,” the retired judge from Houston told us yesterday. After they offered, we joined them at their picnic table in the shade. We were surprised to hear they were from Austin, and we talked more commonalities—sports, the first Longhorns game of the season this weekend, hating Interstate 35.

We sipped on our sampler flight of four beers outside the Monhegan Brewery, deciding which one was our favorite. I preferred the pale-colored Kölsch and Jacob’s was the black IPA. I’d also ordered a small glass of their house ginger beer, which was my favorite out of them all. The taste of it was spicy and cool and refreshing, perfect after the rocking hour-long boat ride and the long hike we’d taken along the island’s east coast.

We woke up early that morning to catch the 9 a.m. ferry. The ferry runs twice a day out of New Harbor, once in the morning and again in the afternoon, making it a perfect day trip—five hours to explore the island, which is just enough to walk from one end to the other. When we left, a heavy blanket of fog covered the harbor and I assured myself surely it would burn off when the sun got hot in the afternoon.

We got to the ferry early enough to choose a seat on the top deck with a view. A handful of other people were already there, like a couple that sat in the very back with their wire fox terrier. All of the wooden-bench seats eventually filled up—elderly couples with broad-rimmed hats and compression stockings, a group of four rowdy tourists about our parents’ age, and two couples that looked to be our age, or younger.

I snapped a few pictures over the guard rail, looking out into the harbor. The fog erased the horizon line, so the scene was otherworldly—bright white and yellow light, the water a mirror; a few lobster boats anchored into the water.

The fog erased the horizon line, so the scene was otherworldly—bright white and yellow light, the water a mirror; a few lobster boats anchored into the water.

The hour-long trip to Monhegan was shrouded in fog; it never let up. Visibility was limited to a few feet beyond the boat’s sides, so you could make out the rippled surface of the water, and our wake. I kept my eyes closed to avoid getting sick, just letting myself feel the motion of the boat moving across the water, back and forth, sometimes forward and backward. When I did open my eyes, it really was a beautiful, mysterious scene: the bright light diffusing through a fine mist of tiny water particles, dispersed through the air.

The couple in the seat ahead of us soothed their crying baby and someone behind us wondered out loud “shouldn’t the gentle rocking help?”

***

We landed on Monhegan Island in a little over an hour’s time. I was sad to miss the view of the island as we arrived, since the fog obscured everything. Once we got off the boat, visibility increased, and you could make out the inns and shops and houses—and the immediate feeling of history: upright wooden-shingled colonial houses, brightly-colored front doors, stained brick chimneys.

I brought one of my Maine guide books and circled the places on the Monhegan Island map it mentioned: follow the Burnt Head trail, then turn north on the Cliff Trail to Squeaker Cove, then head back west through the Cathedral Woods, back to the village. A short walk (and a few wrong turns) lead us to the first sign, so we set off.

What we found was awe-striking: a hike through a dense forest that eventually led up and over rocks to five separate panoramic views of the cliffs and the ocean. “It’s like something out of a movie,” Jacob said. “I just can’t believe we’re on an island.” We took a few minutes to sit down on the rocks overlooking one of the cliffs. A man in a brightly-colored orange shirt sat on the rocks in the distance, the only foreign color in the scene.

The sound of the surf roared down below, crashing on the rocks. I remembered something the guide book had mentioned: this is were you keep a healthy respect for the ocean.

The fog hadn’t completely cleared, so you didn’t get a complete view of the ocean’s horizon line, but it was enough to see the jagged outline of the cliffs and the pine trees clustered at the top. The sound of the surf roared down below, crashing on the rocks. I remembered something the guide book had mentioned: this is were you keep a healthy respect for the ocean.

We hiked on, doing our best to follow the illustrated map—climbing sometimes vertically over rocks, then down steep ledges to continue on the trail. We passed a few other hikers—groups of elderly people with hats and belted shorts and walking sticks. “If they can make it, we can,” Jacob joked. I laughed, out of breath.

The last part of the trail heads through the Cathedral Woods, a thick, shady forest that runs through the interior of the island. I wondered how a complicated landscape ended up on an island, which seems like an abbreviated version of the mainland—but Monhegan boasted all the complexities of a rich geography, and the forest seemed to mark it’s own legitimacy, in case you had any doubts. It was cool in the forest, and I could understand its namesake—the cathedral of tall trees overhead; a sacred place all in its own.

After two hours of hiking, we were hungry. I’d packed the same picnic lunch as I have every day this week—sandwiches, crackers, hummus, cookies, the added treat of a brown-spotted banana. We hiked up the hill to the lighthouse and found a bench overlooking the island. From the spot, you could see Manana Island off in the distance, a cemetery with white headstones, the cluster of rooftops in the village center.

I stopped to snap a few pictures of the man painting a small canvas on his portable easel. He stood with his back to the path, working paint with a tiny detail brush. I imagined what it would be like up here, painting, an audience of passing tourists that stop and watch you work, appreciating your efforts to capture the scene.

***

We left Monhegan content, tired, a little sunburned, and full of beer. Jacob ate an ice cream cone on the walk down to the ferry and I took a few licks; it was melting quickly in the afternoon sunlight. The fog did eventually burn off, enough for us to get the view of the island as we left and headed back out to sea.

On the ride back, we spotted seals and porpoises and everyone cheered and clapped as sightings were announced. I didn’t close my eyes this time: I wanted to remember it all, take it all in, this day spent on the island out-to-sea.

I set off on the trails, alone. I wanted to make each loop, take them all in, mark my progress on the map. It took a little under an hour, just enough to be full and satisfied with my portion.

I went early enough to escape the summer heat, to pause overlooking the creek in a fleeting cool breeze. How lovely it is to be under the shade of tree branches, with nothing but the sound of gravel underfoot, moving forward.

My secret landmarks still stand, quietly—the giant tree with the enormous, ancient trunk; the long bench with the mysterious L.M.B quote; the lonely gazebo out in the tall grass; the angled red rocks near the creek’s shoreline. Maybe one day I’ll match them up in my mind with their corresponding trail letter and color, make them serve as a true indicator of my location.

I took time to explore, to get off the path. I wandered down near the pond in damp mud, then climbed down on both sides of the creek to walk the red-rocked banks. On one end, you can see the metal bridge in the distance, on the other, the stream winds away from the boundaries of its stony beach.

Instead I found the place full and brimming with summer—all green leaves and wildflowers in golden sunlight. It’s the most beautiful place in this city and I’m content to think it’s still a wild, hidden treasure.

On the climb up from the creek, tufts of dogwood cotton had collected along the outer edges of the trail, as if they’d been swept from side to side to clear the path. They’re the last remnants of spring, a season I missed entirely at Martin Nature Park. Instead I found the place full and brimming with summer—all green leaves and wildflowers in golden sunlight. It’s the most beautiful place in this city and I’m content to think it’s still a wild, hidden treasure. It’s vast enough to feel like you could get lost, but small enough to know all the well-marked trails will lead you back home.

I passed a few people along the trail, all with a nod and “Good morning.” Most were alone, like me, and I wondered as we exchanged glances—do you need this place like I do? Do you need the tall trees with branches curved into a canopy of shade above, the open meadows that rustle with tall grass, the creek that ripples and murmurs over eroded stone?

Yes, I think. I know we both do.

And we continue off in our own separate directions, down our own trails.

***