I can’t even believe that a few weeks ago we were able to go out bouldering, able to play around in the sunshine without freezing our fingers off. (I’m still a little scared of falling, FYI).
After months of (ongoing!) ankle recovery at indoor walls, we’ve navigated our way around the snowy Spring days and managed to find ourselves some time in the sun; time to finally test out the mountain of gear we have stashed away.
A reminder that today
is for all women.
Not just what those who were born women,
not just those with privilege.
We still need more diversity, inclusion, representation.
There is still work to be done.
Guess who started their own copywriting and photography business and is going all freelance and stuff?
I’m so excited. I’m also a bit scared. And though I believe in my writing and photography talents, making that first big scary step into believing in yourself is pretty terrifying.
A long while back I was A Vegan Adventurer, then it was A Vegan Abroad, then A Vegan Mess (all apt for the time), and now… it feels like A Vegan Adventurer is the right fit for me after all. It’s just taken a little growing into.
Being vegan is not a passive state. It is, in essence, a passionate, active and extremely conscious way of life. And though the vegan community is made up of unique individuals, we share a common choice: a dedication to actively participate, whatever our circumstances, to create a positive imprint on this Earth through our actions, words and presence.
That time we accidentally crashed a wedding in Sri Lanka and ended up being part of the band; singing ‘Sweet Home Albama’ at full passionate volume.