- Noun: An activity or decision that scares you so much, your body reacts by squeezing your butt cheeks as you brace for the implications. Synonyms: a defense mechanism
This is not only often talked about amongst my family but, sought out. Thus, I bring you two pieces of advice from my parents.
“Jump and the net will appear”– Mom
“If you fail to prepare, then you’re preparing to fail”– Dad
Although both pieces of advice might seem counterintuitive, they’re the perfect storm for calculated risk-taking. I’m talking “George Clooney in his Foul Weather Gear” perfect storm, which was actually very similar to a family sailing vacation where everyone was butt squeezing..yes, it can also be a verb.
I might give my mom heartburn now as I romp around with all the freedom and resources of an adult while remaining very childlike in my activities of choice. But this wasn’t always the case, I wasn’t always ready to jump and hope a net appears.
Doing scary things is just like everything else. Do it enough, and it gets easier. Without going into too much detail, let’s just say I’ve had so much practice that I now have butt cheeks made of steel.
Last June, I made the decision to do the scariest thing in my life.
3, 2, 1 Go!
I took a 9-5 office job.
When we face our fears, no matter the outcome we learn. We learn why we were scared, why we shouldn’t have been scared, how to be stronger and push through that fear. It just takes a count down from 3 to find out what you’re capable of. Needless to say, I learned a lot. I learned that I am as truly as restless as I feel, I learned what lights my soul on fire, and I learned to find myself in times of feeling lost and unconnected.
3, 2, 1 Go!
“I’m quitting my job and moving to Alaska to become a guide”
No one was really surprised.
Starting March 16th, I will embark on a new adventure. I will be driving the ALCAN highway up to Skagway, Alaska from Boulder, Colorado. There I will go through a month of training while staying in a renovated bus, followed up with 6 months of leading guided hikes and floats down the Chilkoot River.
Am I scared? F*ck yeah I am! You try a solo road trip across Canada in the winter!
Here’s to butt squeezers, adventures, and my mom’s heartburn.
3, 2, 1 Go!
Above photo by Jose Romero