Yesterday was incredible. Less than a year ago, I wrote ‘ME NOW’ on the bottom of a whiteboard... and ‘ME inspiring millions’ on the top of the whiteboard.
I didn’t have ANY CLUE how to do it. Literally, no clue. I remember that people used to ask me, ‘What’s your business plan?’... and my throat would tighten. I didn’t know how to say, ‘Just follow my heart and do good things’, without feeling like I was irresponsible.
One of the things I wrote on that whiteboard was, ‘be in Backpacker magazine.’ At the time, I didn’t even know anybody at Backpacker... but low and behold, my good friend Cassie told me about a Seattle Trail Scout opportunity, which I applied for. I started an online hiking group simultaneously. The scout position with Backpacker morphed into gear testing (yaaaayyyyy!). I met hikers that I wouldn’t have otherwise met, because they saw me in Backpacker. One of those hikers, requested a violin gram for her student... which morphed into me giving away a violin for Christmas to a boy in need... which somehow turned into me having my photographs taken yesterday for Backpacker wearing a gown and trail runners in front of a waterfall with @stephen_matera
, a ridiculously talented artist of the lens 📷
Two years ago, I wasn’t grateful for much. I was miserable and stuck. It was a split second of almost losing my life, which made me grateful for the one thing that is the foundation of everything: my beating heart. You have to start there, or nothing else matters. ❤️❤️ after that, anything is possible.
I wrote a poem yesterday:
My heart beats itself
Each steady thump
Like the sound of a mason
Laying bricks of gold
The foundation of everything
The path to who I am
The bellows of my lungs
Into the golden fire
Each whoosh of air
Over and over
And over again
So many times that I sometimes forget
That each beat
Is the gift of everything. 📷 @theres.no.aaron.space