After the call, I stared at 3 words I wrote on a post-it note above my computer monitor.
If you trip and twist your ankle, the mountains don't care.
The mountains don't give a sh*t about you.
Lost on the slopes because you didn't pitch your tent in time before it got dark? Great, you'll learn how to maneuver in the dark and you won't make the mistake again.
You'll feel like starving, but survival mode breeds creativity. You'll figure it out or die trying.
So the best thing we can do is own it. We adjust, and we go hunting for the opportunities. We'll get hurt. We'll fall along the way.
And we'll make it to that next mountain.