Alaska is not for sissies — or is it?

It takes a lot of energy to not be afraid.

Traveling around the world, I’ve come to know intimately the voices inside my head that love to challenge me to not do something, to stay in the comfort and safety of my hotel room. I’ve become expert at hearing these scary little saboteursin my head and talking back to them defiantly…”I’m doing what I want and you’re not going to stop me.”

Sometimes the voices, try meaner tactics. They try to take control . They say stupid things like, what if you get lost & you can’t find your way back? What if you can’t find anybody who speaks English while you’re cavorting around by yourself everywhere? What if your oxygen runs out while you’re scuba diving? WHAT IF?

 But until I came to Alaska, none of these conversations included what if I get attacked by a bear? Or charged by a moose? Or what if my car battery dies (like it did on a beach in Okinawa) and it’s 10 degrees outside? What if I freeze to death?

I’d been in Alaska for 2 weeks. I knew it was long overdue that I explore the wildness of Alaska.

So I did. I drove a few miles outside of Anchorage. The drive was stunning.

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Majestic mountains on my right, the white icy inlet on my left. I was pondering where to pull off the road to take photos of the beautiful scenery around me. “Go here, go here”, I heard myself say and I turned off onto a road that led to a lake. A frozen lake of course. As I parked my car and got out onto the white landscape, I greeted a woman walking back to her car walking her dogs. Another car in the parking lot was empty.

Hmmmm, I thought. There are people around. It’s safe. Right? I felt the familiar uneasiness, exploring a new place by myself. Everything around me was silent, as if frozen in stillness. I looked around. The scene seemed eery, almost mystical. The barren trees stood together, in a forlorn manner as if burnt.

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When Things Get Hard…

…A Lesson in Not Quitting!

I have never been someone to purposely do things the hard way.

In fact, most of the time I try to avoid anything that might be over the top hard. I like things easy. It doesn’t mean I don’t MAKE things hard for myself, but by nature, I’m pretty easy going.

Sometimes, it’s just easier to go along with whatever and sometimes, it’s not worth the fuss to go overboard and buck everything.

Lately I’ve been exploring where taking the easy approach might be a cover for something else.

LIKE WHINING OR QUITTING WHEN THINGS BECOME HARD.

Last night I was in my hot yoga class. The temperature was about 95 degrees with mat to mat people. It was so hot and I was tired. I wanted to get up and leave, I just wanted it to be over, I hated it. My legs hurt and I felt weak and when I heard the instructor say, “now come into Warrior Two” I wanted to scream. “I’m sick of Warrior One & Two. Don’t even go there for Warrior stupid Three.”

For those of you who are non yoga types, these are strong poses that you hold for various amounts of time, some longer than others. You build strength as you do the asanas,(poses) and the warrior ones are hard. Sometimes it takes years to master.

And it depends on how your body is that day, whether you’re tired, or if you had enough water intake, or in general what your stress level is.

And I went because:

  1. I know it’s good for me.
  2. I needed to let go of the stress of the week.
  3. The yoga instructors there are so damn good.
  4. I knew I’d feel great after the class.

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