An interesting read. It’s really about a journey of self-discovery and letting old paradigms and projections go, but is also, incidentally, about skiing 4 million vertical feet over ten months on a trip around the world. And about falling in love. If the first third of the book had as many swear words (and not light ones) as the last third of the book, I probably would have set it down. But the swearing started slow. I am always curious why writers who have a whole world of vocabulary at their fingertips, and are by no means ill-read or lacking in understanding, swear so much. It isn’t really funny. It doesn’t make a good joke, or make frustrating or crazy situations funnier. I don’t get it. Probably she just wanted to be true to what actually was in her head and came out of her mouth at certain points in her narrative, but still, it felt overused.
Quotes:
This, at the beginning, about finding the first crack in her armor, right after she relates that the journey you set out on is not always the journey you end up with.
“Every grand adventure is better with a few war stories, a badge or two of honor for the victor. But perhaps that’s what I was most naive about. All of the above were mere mishaps, trite challenges, and situations in which I could easily prove my bravado and maintain a sense of control. It was the latter that hadn’t occurred to me: the possibility that I might lose exactly that—control—especially in the way I was losing it now. It was a conundrum that even the strongest piece of duct tape couldn’t solve, and let me tell you, I packed a fair bit of duct tape in the event of conundrums.” (3)
“Because I didn’t want to renovate myself; I didn’t want to bring in. The wrecking ball, knock down walls, and expose the core of who I was. I didn’t want to rewrite the electrical, I didn’t want to reroute the heating ducts, and good lord save me now, I didn’t want to know if there was a crack in the foundation. It was so much easier to get a new throw cushion or two, maybe put a scented candle in the corner. It was so much easier to get up, collect my gear, and keep driving, pretending this never happened.
Here’s the other thing I didn’t know then, that I know now: the Universe doesn’t care if you’re not interested in change. Because as much as we might think we’re in charge, we’re not. The Universe is the true foreman, in charge of the renovation and the demolition that comes before it. Ignoring it won’t help. If you don’t open the door at first, it will just keep knocking. Its gentle taps will become louder, and if you don’t heed the call, it will bang on the wall, and if you ignore all the banging, it will bring out a crowbar and pry you out, no matter how many hideously tacky throw cushions you’ve piled around yourself.” (126-127).
This resonated with me.