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If you’ve been following along, you know I recently took some time off to recharge in nature, seek a little adventure, and celebrate my 45th spin around the sun.

The plan? A mountaineering trip to summit a 3,000-meter peak. I was so excited. If you know me, you know I’m no stranger to challenging myself in new ways. Maybe it’s because I grew up with two older brothers who pushed me to be tough. Maybe it’s my wild spirit and love of dreaming. Or maybe it’s just the West Coast bug- where adventure seems to seep into your soul. Whatever it is, off we went.

I’m not really an “extreme sports” kind of person, and generally I wouldn’t put hiking in that category. But this trip was next-level. I got to meet the very edge of my aliveness.

On day two, I had a full-on meltdown. Something about the altitude, the loose slate slipping under my feet, and the sheer drop-offs on either side- it was just too much. I froze. Pack pressing down on me, clinging to a rock, refusing to move.

We all know this feeling. Maybe not on a mountain, but in life. That moment when the next step feels impossible. When your body or mind says nope and locks down.

I’ve studied the nervous system for years, but feeling my own body in a deep freeze gave me new insight.

Grant, my partner, stayed steady. He didn’t push me. He waited. Encouraged. Offered options until I found my own way forward.

It hit me: this is the work I do every day with my clients and students.​
I don’t drag anyone up the mountain. I walk beside them. I stay calm, offer tools, witness their courage, and hold space while they choose the next step. Because transformation doesn’t come from someone doing it for you, it comes from within, supported by a steady, loving presence.

The rest of the trip didn’t exactly go as planned either. About 100 meters from the top, I gashed my leg on a piece of slate. Grant had to perform emergency first aid right there on the face of the mountain. Then we pressed the SOS button on our InReach device and got picked up by helicopter, because hiking down wasn’t an option. (I do like a little style with my adventures 😅).

I’m healing well, and all is okay but wowza, I did not see that one coming.

So here’s my nudge for you:
Being brave doesn’t always mean climbing a mountain. Sometimes it means booking a first class, trying a new way of moving, or simply choosing to care for yourself in a moment of doubt.

Growth happens at our edges. Whatever they look like! And it’s always easier with someone walking beside you.

✨ If you’re ready to explore your next edge, whether that’s building strength, easing pain, or finding more freedom in movement, I’d love to be that steady presence for you.
You can book a session HERE or join me for a class HERE.​

No hiking poles required 😉.

Until next time, take very good care.

With heart,
Meg

P.S. I promise no helicopters are involved in my classes, just breath, movement, and space to feel stronger in your own body.

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