Many of us have probably been there already: it’s the morning after, you’re quite sore all over, a few cuts and scrapes, a pulsing headache, you’re nursing your third coffee (at least of the morning) and make an attempt to pick out, in order to share, just a few non-blurred images out of the hundreds of photos of your wild weekend away. Whilst also getting back into the swing of reality and the week ahead.
Go for a run in the hills.
Climb a mountain.
Watch the sunrise from a hilltop.
Smell the wild flowers.
Camp under the stars
Fear is an intense word. When we consider fear, we can probably imagine an infinite number of scenarios to accurately place ourselves in its shoes from a range of life experiences: near-death expectancy, or perhaps simply being terrified of being hurt, ashamed, rejected. In some way, fear amounts to an expectation of something negative resulting from a specific situation. We’ve perhaps all been there: afraid to ask someone out on a date, afraid to speak up in class, afraid to try something new, afraid to be seen doing something different, perhaps all on the lower end of the fear factor scale. Avoiding such cases is a weave of daily habits, responses, conversations, decisions.