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This sums up pretty well how I feel learning to snowboard and looking at my progress. Like I didn’t just magically not break my neck hurling myself down mountains, I actually moved my body with intent even when I’m not consciously thinking about it. I just blindly trusted myself not to fuck up even though I landed on my ass pleeeeeenty of times. This understanding is starting to leak into the rest of my life. But I'm starting to come around to the fact that I didn't fluke into my life, I achieved it by being brave enough to bet on myself. It's a weird fucking feeling.