Finding My Edges In Iceland
I board a plane tomorrow, bound for Iceland.
In my backpack I've stuffed a tent + tent footprint, sleeping pad, sleeping bag + liner, and a blow-up pillow. To camp. In a snowy arctic winter. In the wilderness (campgrounds don't open for another 6-8 weeks). And I'll be there for a month. And I'm doing all of it solo. Oh yeah, and I've only camped four times in my life. All four times in my parent's backyard.
As I'm counting down the hours until I leave...it's only now occurring to me that this is kinda crazy.
I'm obsessed with sleeping under the northern lights and, despite TLC's sage advice, I'm also obsessed with chasing waterfalls. Once I fixate on something, I create it. It's part magical manifestation and part unbridled stubbornness. So I researched the country ad nauseam. I rented a Subaru Forester, which I drove in my past life and feel very comfortable with. I'm all geared up. I suppose there's nothing to do now but leave.
Because it's time to find new edges.
I've had plenty of people, perhaps you included as you read this, wonder why. Not necessarily "Why Iceland..." but usually "Why winter? Why camping? Why solo? Why make it harder than it has to be?"
One year ago in the late winter / early spring I lived in a cabin in Latvia for three months. I was off-grid, sans plumbing, in the woodland middle of nowhere. I did it because I wanted to show myself I could. I did it because I knew it would teach me profound lessons about what I'm made of. I did it because I know that I heal and transform when I push myself to the edge.
When I'm on the edge, I trust myself and the universe more readily. I love harder. I write creatively at the speed of light. I come alive. I'm my best self out there.
Living a turned on life is all about the edges.
And life is too short to not live it turned on + lit up.
Stay wild, love.
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