Goin' home, goin' home, by the riverside I will rest my bones.
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
DAY 1 • INSPIRING CHALLENGE:
I understand that maybe you don't want to turn your feed into a garbage bin (almost litterally), but what if for one week, once a day, you post the image of some piece of garbage you picked up and threw away? To show the real part. To show how polluted our planet and the locations of our Instagram shots actually are. Use #bereadytoclean
will share your post: together we can make a difference, and inspire always more people to do the same. The more out of theme your account is, the better, so that it will truly catch the attention of your followers. One week, one piece, one ashtag. Let's make this revolution happen 💪 (copy and paste this text under every shot so it will be clear what you are doing)
We all have habits. Habits we create on purpose. Habits we aren’t aware we’ve created. Habits that are innate and require no discipline. Habits that are terrifyingly difficult to break, or change. Regardless how or where or why, it’s the habits that make us, destroy us or change us.
For me it was the habit of escaping that has haunted me, and has been the demon knocking at my door time and time again. Sure, it seemed harmless at first.. the running away, but it made its way into every facet of my life. -
Hawaii. I always found myself escaping to it. Moving away and back to it. And once I was there I’d find myself escaping. That, usually came in the form of blackout bar nights, parties, endless amounts of booze and not recognizing who I’d become. It was all this romanticized blur of the life I thought I’d always dreamed of.
The thing no one tells you about when you’re in the midst of your own self-destruction is the comfort you find there. How easy it is to remain there. -
It wasn’t until I found long distance hiking that I learned what it was like to be running to something. There was no escaping brutal climbs, cold rain or the need to do a long day filled with more miles than you want to do so you can make it to town because you have no food left. I just had to keep moving. One foot after the other, pushing beyond the discomfort and pulling from inside of me something bigger to continue on when I wanted to give in.
The trail helped me save me from myself. It’s been the catalyst that’s launched me into choosing the discomfort of new habits, the discipline to maintain new habits, create better ones and listen to what they’re teaching me. -
Once you understand your habits, it’s a little easier to call yourself out on your own bullshit. Maybe one day I’ll go back to Hawaii and be able to live a healthier, more grounded life. But right now I’m perfectly happy being uncomfortably settled into my new world of being an everyday gym-goer, yoga-doer, trail-running, National park visiting, mountain-climbing, less-junk eating, considerably less-booze consuming, saving for my next long distance-trail minimalist who is fully equipped to make less reckless habits.