Fear Of Missing Adventures

(FOMA?) Also, why I fear I’m a fraud.

Hello, my name is Firestarter, and I have fears. I fear I am a fraud, and I fear I am missing out on adventures because of my life choices.

We’ve all heard of FOMO, the Fear Of Missing Out. The quickening of the pulse when you accidentally leave your cell phone on the charger at home and only realize it when you get to the gym. The little sinking feeling in your stomach when you cruise Instagram on Saturday morning to see all the fun you missed on Friday night when you were too tired from work to go to that party. The twinge of guilt when you know you should be going to sleep but need to scan Facebook/Instagram/CNN headlines in case something insane happened in the 17 minutes since you last checked.

Lately I’ve found myself dealing with a different kind of FOMO. The typical things – forgetting my cell phone, spending a night at home verses a “fun” night out, etc. – don’t rattle me, but I’m also the kind of person who saves up money to get away periodically from cell phone reception. The fear I’ve been battling with this winter is much larger to me: the Fear Of Missing Adventures.

This winter has been very hard for me. We lost our dog Margo to cancer in November, adopted our dog Moka in December, lost our dog Sage to kidney failure in January, and adopted our dog Minnie in February. Throw a couple of temporary foster dogs in the mix, and life was hectic and distracting. I grieved my dogs’ deaths very deeply. There were the holidays – a crazy time for almost everyone. I had a family member suffer an unexpected major health issue. I received an unexpected (and undesired… long story) promotion at work at the beginning of the year, with more work, more stress, more business travel, and no additional pay. Wedding planning kicked into full swing, which can be fun but also stressful when you have to figure out how you are going to pay for it all. We have taken on side jobs (some manual labor for me, extra work shifts for him) to keep from using credit cards. We budget and account for every penny. While I love backpacking in the winter, I didn’t want to travel away from home while Sage was so ill because I didn’t want to risk not being there when she died, and travel is an additional expense that just isn’t in the budget right now.

Put this on top of existing mental illness and Seasonal Affective Disorder, and you’ve got a recipe for a good deal of depression. In addition to medicine and therapy, I normally keep it at bay by getting outside, but in the cold rainy winter, that can be hard to do. With depression, sometimes you just don’t want to go outside, even if you WANT to want to go outside. So, what did I do?

I stayed glued to social media. I have a lot of dear friends that live for the outdoors, whose feeds are full of breathtaking scenery and fun adventure pics. Some were big epic trips, some were fun mid-week mini-adventures. Some were just part of their awesome day job (ski patrol). As I saw all these incredible pictures of healthy active beautiful friends living their best lives, I fell further into depression. Not only was I missing out on outdoor backpacking trips (sick dog, saving money) or fun trail runs (exhausted from my stressful day job when everyone else goes running on Monday nights), I was constantly comparing myself to what I saw. I was constantly comparing myself to the person I think I am supposed to be.

Welcome, Imposter Syndrome.

I felt – and still feel, honestly – like a fraud sometimes. I’m Firestarter. I’m the bad@$$ trailblazer, the solo hiker, the challenger of bears and snakes, the eater of food that I accidentally dropped in the mud but, damnit, I carried those calories in and I’m eating them. I solo backpack, I rock climb, I mountain bike/ski/snow shoe/trail run/hike/kayak. I have gaiters with flames on them and an entire GEAR ROOM.

And, from mid-November 2018 to this very day, I have been on ONE hike. And it was only about 2 miles with my dog Moka at Percy Warner. I haven’t backpacked, or climbed, or been on a bike, or even strolled along a greenway.

It’s easy to get lost in the deluge of internal messages, the ones we tell ourselves about how we aren’t “authentic,” or “living our best life.” About how we are a fraud. How on earth can I claim to love the outdoors if I haven’t pulled myself out of the house in three months? What right do I have to write a blog that provides trail reviews and talks about gear? In what world am I qualified to teach another Backpacking Basics course for Nashville this year?

It’s easy to start that self-doubting spiral. I do love the outdoors. I can write anything on my blog I want. And I can teach a course. But that doesn’t stop the fraudulent feeling, especially when battling depression and anxiety. It’s easy to forget that decisions you make (to get married, to start a family, to strengthen a financial future by working a desk job you may not like very much) aren’t sacrifices. They are choices. No, I won’t be thru-hiking the Te Araroa in October 2019 like I planned. No, I won’t be able to Triple Crown before 40. But those are my choices. I choose other things right now. That’s not an excuse, though, for stopping adventures. Sure, it puts a bit of a hold on long adventures, but I can still take weekend backpacking trips, still hike, still do all the things I love. (Yes, even when I have kids.)

This post isn’t a gear review, or trail review, or full of fun trick and tips. I’m not sure what this qualifies as.

I lead a women’s meetup group in the Nashville area (You Are a Badass Lady!), and one of the key things we do at every meetup is say our fear(s) aloud. Naming and verbalizing fear tends to take away some of its power; for me, at least. So this post is my fear-naming.

Hello, my name is Firestarter, and I have fears. I fear I am a fraud, and I fear I am missing out on adventures because of my life choices.

This is a good place to start.

Like camping, but on steroids

Backpacking 101 overnight excursion

One of my bigger flaws is admitting I don’t know something. I hate for attention to be drawn to my ignorance, and that flaw has kept me from pursuing hobbies or goals that would otherwise really strengthen me. It’s also annoyed the heck out of Thrillbilly, because he’s usually the one teaching me things.  Continue reading “Like camping, but on steroids”

Ride for Reading

Bikes and books!

Last month I learned about a great organization – Ride for Reading. Cyclists from all over Nashville met at Green Fleet Bikes and we loaded our backpacks and bikes with donated books to take to the children at the McFerrin Community Center. We biked about four miles around East Nashville and arrived at the community center to a crowd of excited kids. We looked at books, ate popsicles, and had a great time.

From the Ride for Reading website: “Our mission is to promote literacy and healthy living by donating books via bicycle to children from low-income areas. Since our start in February 2008, RfR has donated more than 400,000 books, delivering them by bicycle to kids at Title I schools.”

We got to spend time with the kids, who loved having grownups (even sweaty ones!) to talk to and look at bikes and read books. As things got kicked off, the Rfr representative had the kids say a pledge that they would read their book twice, pass it to someone else they know, and be the best student for the rest of the year.

Ride for Reading is in Nashville and San Antonio, Texas. If you find yourself in either area, join up with this great group. Even if you aren’t big on bikes, you can always drop off books at their donation sites around town – including Cumberland Transit!

Backpacking Basics – Course Complete!

How to keep those fun tokens!

I had the pleasure of teaching a four-week backpacking basics series throughout March for Nashville Community Education. The combined eight hours of lectures were a lot of work to put together (thus so few website articles last month!) but the effort paid off – we’ve got a great group of 20 folks ready to go explore the great outdoors. While I won’t be posting all the messy notes/outlines I used or the presentation decks, I’ll definitely be using them as the basis of future posts.

Thanks for your patience as I devoted my time and energy to this course; more gear reviews, trail tips, and articles coming soon!

Photo credit: Laura Forester

2018 Cumberland Transit Ambassador

#ventureready

At the beginning of this year, I became a Cumberland Transit Ambassador! I am beyond honored and excited to further CT’s mission of sharing a love of the outdoors and adventure with everyone. Along with being Nashville’s oldest and largest locally-owned outfitter, CT’s staff has decades of experience with all the outdoor activities you love and want to learn. Cumberland Transit is more than just a store with sweet gear and awesome old wooden floors; they are a staple of the outdoor community in Nashville and offer something for everyone – novice and expert – through events, activity groups, and community involvement. I hope this upcoming year I can share this great outdoor community with you and encourage you to grab an old friend, make a new friend, and get outdoors!