Five months ago my whole entire world flipped upside down, putting what matters most in my life into a deeper perspective. It has been a wild ride these last couple of months, from fear when I first did the injury, to anger when I left BC and the mountains. I entered back into Ontario and was filled with defeat, that everything I have built up was slipping through my fingers. I couldn't look at myself in the mirror for I didn't know who I was looking into. It took months to feel my inner fire, deep within my belly. Every "new" thing would fill me with anxiety, I would quiet up, and calculate every movement in my head to figure out, if I "can" do it, I then learned to replace can with want. I want to do this, I will do this, I've got this. The one's that have helped push me to this point, know how thankful I am. This time, I want to thank myself; I've spent the last 4 years truly living my dreams. Traveling the world simply, engaging locals, and conquering badass mountains. Yet in those times, I felt I was always searching for something more... yet, what I was searching for, was exactly what I was doing. I just want to explore, that's it. I don't want to be the most badass snowboarder, I don't want to be an influencer or a role model. I just want people to get off their asses and live their lives. The mountains have been the best teachers of my life; they've taught me patience, sacrifice, forgiveness, and the value of hard work. The value of being strong, of being able to handle shit you can't control, yet you stay positive. Mountains have taught me how to literally tip toe on life and death and to be comfortable with it. I'm 32 years old and I've racked more injuries then I can count, mostly to my legs. I'm proud of my injuries, it shows my determination to never give up and chase what you love. Love you homies, keep rising everyone, keep becoming a better you. Strength is within all of us.