HeyJaredThe Soft Rebellion
stories from where I travel and who I’m becoming, for those finding their way home to themselves
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I Went Hiking Alone for Five Days (opens the original)
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Day 1Last night was short. I couldn’t fall asleep because I was too nervous about the upcoming trekking trip.It was my first time hiking alone for multiple days.My head was reminding me of all the things that could go wrong. Should I really go? Maybe it’s better if I just stay at home.No, I said to myself fiercely.I promised myself that I would go on this trip. I also promised myself that I could turn back at any moment. But I needed to try it at least.Luckily, I had packed my backpack the day b
I Can Do Hard Things (opens the original)
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Today is the 8th of September, the last hot summer day in Switzerland.A major thunderstorm is coming tonight. I’m really looking forward to it … as long as I’m safe at home and can watch the spectacle from my window.From tomorrow on, the temperature will have dropped 10 degrees Celsius.I feel like this thunderstorm is welcoming autumn.Two days ago was the last day of the swimming season at the public outdoor pool in my village. I feel very grateful that we have so many of these Badis in Switzerl
Why Can’t I Stop Scrolling? (opens the original)
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I have come to the point again where I just want to delete my Instagram and never return.But I could never delete my account.Or certainly not just yet.I have deactivated it more times than I can count. My last big break was at the end of last year. I think I was offline for more than two months. The whole months of November and December.It wasn’t until after I left for Costa Rica, starting my travels, that I activated it again.I remember writing a reflection about what it felt like being two mon
I Don’t Want to Be a Passenger Princess Anymore (opens the original)
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The week in the van taught me so much that I wanted to write a whole essay about it.So here it is.It was my first time living in a van. But it was also my first time sharing such a small space with this friend.And the friend I was with wasn’t just a friend. We shared more than a platonic friendship.We never defined what we were. But I can say that there was a lot of love between us, and there still is. And that is all that matters at the moment.As we are both still figuring out our own paths, we
Can Life Always Be Like This? (opens the original)
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It has been nearly a month since my last essay, in which I wrote about waiting for my period.Only two days after I published it, my bleed came.I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the blood on the toilet paper. I felt so relieved that I started to cry. A weight was lifted from my chest. Finally.The morning before, I had felt so heavy. There was this strong sadness in my heart. A deep grief that I couldn’t explain.It wasn’t the first time I had felt this way just before getting my period.Sometim
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