Ride with me

Welcome to my blogging era! The only rule is that there are no rules. I’m so excited to share my thoughts, adventures, and wildlife rescue stories. In here, we'll embrace the hobbies and adventures of myself, my friends, and family. Hope this account finds all of you free spirits out there. Peace, love, and good vibes await. ☁️✨🪷🧿

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Facing My Fear of Independence

I've always been scared of doing things solo. In sports, I'd only join if friends were playing too. Even in high school, I'd nervously check who was in my class, hoping for a familiar face.

After moving to Wisconsin, leaving my friends and our shared activities behind, I found myself in unfamiliar territory. Here, skiing is more than a sport; it's a lifestyle. Fortunately, I grew up skiing, but there was one winter activity I longed to master: snowboarding.

I saw a flyer for a discounted group class for beginner snowboarders at my work. Taking that class was one of the most freeing experiences of my life. Not only did I conquer the snowboard, but I also welcomed new friends into my life, people who shared my passion for the sport.

Moving and adapting to life in Wisconsin was more than a change of scenery; it was about overcoming my fear of independence. Now, when I'm out on the slopes with my new friends, I'm reminded of how much I've grown and the endless possibilities that come from stepping out of your comfort zone.

**Finding Happiness After Trauma:

Lessons Learned

Last December, I experienced a devastating loss—my best friend of ten years passed away in a car crash. With him, it felt like our entire friend group also drifted apart, leaving behind a void where once there was laughter, support, and comfort. For years, I had leaned on this group to navigate the ups and downs of my mental health, finding peace in our gatherings and the temporary escapes they provided. However, this significant loss taught me about finding true happiness. Here's what I've learned ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

**1. Self Pity Kills Dreams. **

I’ve learned to stop feeling bad for myself about what happened. I can’t change it but I can be thankful I’m here today. I have the ability to meet goals and milestones that my friend will never get to. Being stuck in self pity and grief won’t help you bring people back to you. It will only hold you back from living your life.

**2. The Power of Solitude**

Without the constant distraction of social events, I discovered the beauty of solitude. I learned to enjoy my own company, which was initially uncomfortable but eventually rewarding.

**3. Embracing New Connections**

While the old group dynamics changed, I didn't shut myself off from new relationships. I started attending community events and starting new hobbies, which introduced me to new people. These connections were different, not replacements but additions to my life, teaching me that loss doesn't mean an end to companionship but a transformation of it.

**4. Redefining Happiness**

Before, my happiness was tied to external validations and social highs. After my loss, I redefined what happiness meant to me. It became more about internal peace, personal achievements, and small daily joys rather than fleeting moments at parties or group hangouts. I learned to celebrate the quiet victories, like finishing a book, cooking a meal from scratch, or enjoying a sunset.