About a month ago my phone rang. The call came from a guy who is married to one of my wife’s friends. He’s a great guy, and while we have met a handful of times, we have only really ever spent time together at weddings and other group outings. That’s why I was so surprised when after the usual pleasantries he asked me if I wanted to go with him and a few of his friends on a snowmobiling trip to Wyoming.
I can’t lie, I hesitated. Immediately no less than a dozen reasons to decline the invitation went through my head. The trip was a month away, I would be leaving my wife with our three young kids for five days, I would have to take time off of work, and not to mention, I have never ridden a snowmobile.
I told him I would discuss it with my wife and get back to him.
I waivered for a couple days. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciated the offer, but driving 13 hours with three guys I barely know to do something I don’t know how to do made it hard to commit.
Ultimately, I agreed to go, and I ended up having the time of my life.
Now, don’t get me wrong. It was challenging. I spent three days getting my butt kicked. I feel like I got stuck a dozen times. I constantly felt uncomfortable or anxious as I tried to keep up with guys that have been riding their entire life. I ran into trees, rolled my sled, buried it, fell off, got back on, and did it all over again. My legs were bruised, my joints were swollen, and my muscles ached.
However, when it was all over, I witnessed some of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen, and most importantly, I accomplished things I didn’t think I could.
I am so thankful that I was invited. I made new friends that I can’t wait to go riding with again, and I met some amazing locals that were patient with me and took their time to give me an amazing experience.
The trip ended up being an opportunity for personal growth. For the first time in years I was confronted with fears that were new to me. I realize now that I have grown comfortable with the pace at which my life is moving, and this trip forced me to become uncomfortable.
Inside of the walls of my life things are predictable. By stepping out into those mountains I took down those walls and was forced to dance with my natural surroundings. Most of the time nature won, but I got some good shots in.
Next time I am confronted with an opportunity like this, I am going to remember that while saying “no” is easy, saying “yes” is much more rewarding.