My trip to Papua New Guinea reminded me what’s waiting on the other side of discomfort: the real, aligned, unstoppable version of me.

I was pushed to my limit and found my purpose in a bowl of oatmeal. My alarm range at 3:30am. It was dark and cold and unfamiliar. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and joined the others for coffee and prepared for the challenging trek ahead. At 4am with our headlamps on, we began the hours long hike to the summit.

Adventure and connection are two things that are very important to me. But I haven’t really had much of either for the past 18 months because well… you know.