I can’t put my finger on the exact moment I first heard the phrase, but it stuck with me. I think I was pregnant and probably soaking up all the best advice I could get on being a positive influence on my child. In my mind, my own attitude played an important role in raising a happy, healthy, and confident little girl in a world that often praises good achievements and performances. The words came to mind again today during a routine trip to the playground…
Fast-forward two years, and I live in a different scenario. The realities of life and financial needs call me back into the workforce. My burning desire for adventure calls me out into the mountains. And my toddler’s need for independence and understanding calls me into the most intense throes of parenting to date. Now I am simultaneously a mother, wife, and adventure-seeking individual with a need to make money in this world.
I can’t shake this part of myself – this yearning desire, this need, for a personal connection with the outdoors. And as my little one grows up, I feel opportunity returning. Which is why it’s so hard when things fall through.
My first kid-free foray into the backcountry taught me plenty about myself and the importance of disconnecting, no matter what life demands of us.