Today was especially high gravity. I’ve been stuck. Stuck on my views of the current state of affairs in the outdoor blogging industry.
But rather than airing some dirty laundry and becoming even more unlikeable, I’ll tell you what I’m doing to distance myself from the current normal.
I hate normal.
When I wrote The Gripping Fear of Reality, one of my friends commented that they appreciated my honesty. I knew exactly what they meant by it. It was actually very encouraging to read the comment. And yet, it gave me pause.
Why are they only recognizing this post as being honest? All of my posts are honest. Sometimes brutally honest to my own detriment. Is that not normal? Are people representing themselves in a fake online world that’s not anything like their real lives?
Yes, I definitely post the awesome things I make happen for myself on social media (rarely is anything ever given to me nor am I contacted out of the blue). Yes, those moments outweigh the negative ones, but I most definitely, always share my emo side whenever it arises too. To say that I portray my online life any differently than I live my real life would be quite insulting. (No, the original commenter was not insinuating I was either.)
I share the highs. I share the lows. I share the success. And I share the failure. I have no room in my life for the people that only show their lives as one-sided. No life is one-sided, and if you make it out to be nothing but puppies and rainbows, then you’re just being fake.
Do shit. Big shit. Take chances. Embrace risk. Fail.
Quit the job you hate. Live in a van. Move. Jump off a 60′ cliff. Wake up one morning and buy an international plane ticket. Just DO something. Boldly.
More and more the word adventure is being watered down. It’s like the participation trophy for coming in 6th place. If you don’t have time to go on a real adventure, don’t call taking the city bus for the first time a mini-adventure. Unless someone got stabbed or you delivered a baby, it wasn’t an adventure. Sorry.
My trip to Thailand wasn’t even an adventure. I didn’t leave the beaten path one single time. I went where billions and billions of other tourists have come and gone before. I didn’t do anything different. I just can’t get on board with exaggerating any experience to make it seem bigger and more life changing than what it really was.
It was nothing more than an unforgettable life experience.
I’m going to try keep distancing myself from the mini-adventure crowd too. If I can somehow manage to keep myself afloat from now through February, I’m planning an extended climbing trip to Potrero Chico in Mexico, and after that, a 10-14 day backcountry ski touring trip in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area in Minnesota.
And I will continue to do shit after that. Because doing shit and not being recognized for it is still better than making a name for myself by racking up participation trophies.