I love a challenging hike, one that pushes my limits and scares me a little. Whether it’s the gradient, the distance or the exposure of the mountain, I love testing my physical and mental aptitude.
Hiking provides a platform for me to mindfully build strength and resilience in the face of adversity.
I choose to step out there and push these limits and that’s where the magic happens. It doesn’t stop there either, we carry these lessons through our everyday life, the teaching learn on the trails is a steadfast reminder of your capabilities.
This mental power is infused to the core of who you are.
The mindfulness to appreciate the beauty when sometimes it feels like there isn’t any.
Gratitude for the simple things in life and appreciation for the trimmings.
Hiking helped me through the past few years. It gave me a place to explore, unpack and reflect on who I was and who I wanted to be.
There is no truer adventure than self-discovery.
In the last 3 years, I have journaled and kept diaries. They serve as a sounding board mostly, a place where I am free to express all the emotions, unload onto the paper without hurting my loved ones.
I then explore what was behind it and why. Am I highly reactive? Did someone hurt a nerve? Why is that a trigger for me? What is the lesson behind the pain? I start to unpack a little and discover more about myself in the process of reflection.
I love understanding the WHY of everything. It’s also WHY I will always be a student. I love learning new things, opening new doors and exploring. It’s what I do and what I love. It drives me.
To say that the last 3 years have been a roller coaster is a gross understatement. I recently flicked through the pages of my diaries, 2017-2019 and I can adamantly say that I barely recognise the woman at the other end of the pen. I feel deep sadness