Stop Being Afraid of Being a Revolutionary

So for those who don’t know here are a few truths about me.

I officially launched my big dream business, Wilderwomen Expeditions. I am really really on fire for what I do. I know it can transform the lives of many women and lead an amazing movement. I know to the core of me it will succeed. It will evolve and change but it will succeed.

A few more truths: I live at home with my parents for the time being, as traveling drained any and all cash. My dad does not get what I do. I know he wants me to succeed but he also doesn’t believe in what I do (mostly because he does not get it.) He comes from a place of fear that my business model and life choices will fail and that I won’t be able to take care of myself. We have longs talks about how he thinks what I am doing won’t work, it isn’t how people do things, it doesn’t make sense, how I need to have a stable job, how no one actually likes their jobs, and your life is about being able to support yourself and to survive, not about chasing passion. He thinks I live in a fantasy world in my head where everything is sunshine and rainbows. I know he comes from a place of fear and love and confusion. 

Even though I know he comes from a place of love I refuse for that to be my truth. I refuse to live a life that is defined by fear, or dictated by this fire for money. I have fire for people. I have fire for living differently. I have fire for being outside, and for traveling. I have fire for The Revolutionary Living Institute community. I have fire for dreaming big and living bigger. I have a deep rooted fire for changing the world and women. I have fire for this revolution and movement.

I refuse to simply exist. I want to live so greatly, so on fire for life and people, that I ignite a blaze everywhere I go, and in my wake leave people who feel the same way and start living their lives differently. I am so done with letting any message other then living a big life that I imagine, seep into my truth. My truth is that I am a goddamn revolutionary. My truth is that I want to live differently. My truth is I want to live big. My truth is that I want to change the world. And I am not afraid of that anymore. I am more afraid of not chasing these dreams, every dream, of not seeking the end of every road I travel. I am more afraid of not living my truth than I am of failing. Failing means nothing to me, except living an inauthentic life, failing means making myself smaller so that other people can understand me, failure is suffocating my fire out of fear.

I am a goddamn revolutionary and that scares some people, sometimes it even scares me. That is how we know we are on the right track. Because what have revolutions been met with since the dawn of time? Opposition. confusion. anger. And that is okay we can face those things. Eventually our fires will burn so bright that we will even light up the non-believers. We will set their hearts ablaze. We will live so big, and allow the space for others to live big.

And that is revolutionary. That is my truth.



Wilderwomen was born out of two women with the same dream; build a community of women who empower one another outdoors. Whether you’re seeking yoga, a get away, a tribe, an outdoor adventure, or just some time in nature, Wilderwomen has it all. We host meet-ups and outdoor retreats in the picturesque PNW paradise that include daily yoga, gourmet meals, outdoor adventures, hot spring soaks, glamping and more! We are building a community of women (and men, and partners, and those who don’t opt to define themselves by a gender) who feel confident in their skin and in their technical outdoor abilities, a tribe of humans who deeply care about the environment and each other, and a collection of outdoor enthusiasts and weekend warriors who are excited to get after it in the outdoors.

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