Thoughtful Thursday & Falling on My Face

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FALLING ON MY FACE

That time I fell on my face in New Zealand......

While backpacking for 3 days with my family in the rain and the mud.

My lip and nose were bloody and swollen.

I sprained by wrist and had a bloody goose egg on my fore head.

I looked like I had been in a fist fight.

During the hike out, I had a lot of thoughts.

I asked myself, “Would I have come on the backpacking trip knowing that I would fall and hit my face and hurt my wrist?”

I thought about it a lot.

And I came to this conclusion.

Yes, I would.

The mud, the rain, and my bloody face were part of the adventure.

You could say they were part of the 50/50 of life because there was also laughing, sandy beaches, subtropical rainforests, fern trees, moments of no rain, shelter from the rain, moving my body, my bad knee not hurting, sea shells, campfires, rivers, an angry seal lion (that’s another story), new people, plane rides, Kiwi bird calls, and seeing my family come together to take care of me.

If I knew that I would fall on my face, I would totally do it again to experience everything else.

This is like life.

There are some really sucky parts like the rain, the mud, and getting hurt.

But by staying home or stepping out of life, we miss living.

By embracing ALL of it, including the mud and the blood, we get to experience the beauty of the adventure.

Sometimes, we are going to fall on our face.

And when we do, we can cry and feel all the feels because it does hurt.

Then we have a choice.

Do we pull back because we are afraid of getting hurt or do we put our pack on and embrace the beauty of the adventure?

What are you going to choose?

Click HERE to listen to my podcast episode about more of my New Zealand adventure!