Elizabeth Fieser@lizfieser

• insatiably curious • motivated by mountains • current basecamp: germany • connect: [email protected]

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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) Let’s explore new places together. . Places that challenge us... places that transcend the self-inflicted boundaries we’ve set for ourselves. Places that make us grow in thought and love. . Places that inspire us to be better. To show up in the world with a bit more levity, a lot less worry, and a renewed belief in the beauty of the natural world. . These places will carry an electricity in the air. A feeling, a spark, an intoxicating vibration that’ll have you pulling me close like a magnet, a magnet longing for its counter balance. . Our bodies always touching, hand and hand, chest to chest, or lips to lips. After all, the electricity will make you unafraid, uncaring, and unaware of anyone else’s lingering eyes because to you, I’ll be the only one you see, the only one you feel, the only one you need.


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) I think about you. . Do you think about me too? . I think about us standing on the precipice of the unknown, our toes at the edge of the cliff. I can feel the the adrenaline, the excitement, the fear buzzing in my heart. . It's a high frequency vibration. A buzzing that carries with it an energy as strong as the sun but as soft as the moon.


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) Insecurity. . A silent killer. . I know I've talked about it on Instagram before, but it's recently come to my attention that mine has been flaring up. . With so many life changes, uncertainties, and moments that cause me to relinquish control, my insecurity has been poisoning my thoughts and showing up in truly ugly ways. Defensive words, close-minded reactions, intense restrictions on my self in various forms... . But, the universe has a way of speaking to us if we listen and two sets of enlightening words came to me in the last 24 hours... . Regarding Insecurity of Actions (from "#PhilosophizeThis!"): . “Insecurity robs you of your individuality... of your self identity. Actually your self identity becomes a conglomeration of all of the expectations that all the people around you have for how you SHOULD be behaving. . You voluntarily surrender your autonomy. You just become this patchwork of what your mom expects of you, what that girl in high-school expects of you, and what the cover of cosmopolitan magazine expects of you. We relegate ourselves to a life of just avoiding behaviors that other people expect us NOT to do." . Regarding Physical Insecurity (from @kelseywells): . ”Human bodies are not statues. We are designed to MOVE and wrinkle and laugh and cry and expand and digest and grow humans and grow older and so many other wonderful things... . ...the way my belly expands after a meal, how my looser lower stomach skin wrinkles when I twist, or how cellulite appears if I sit a certain way in certain light... . Please remember, that behind every posed photo you scroll past is a REAL person whose body moves and breathes and fluctuates just like yours. And PLEASE do not fall into the trap of thinking your body is better or more worthy from a certain angle or at a certain size or weight — YOU ARE ALIVE! Your body is the literal physical manifestation of that. It is meant to shift and change and grow just as YOU are. The constant? It is ALWAYS beautiful, and ALWAYS worthy."


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) FEAR. . (F)alse (E)xpectations (A)bout (R)isk . Where do you have fear? . 📷: @log.stone


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) The chase. . The pursuit of daylight, the quest for adventure, and the hunt for happiness. . We are all on our journeys. . And while Scout went on her own last weekend, I'm glad to have her back in my loving arms...


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) Seasons. . The physical manifestation of the passing of time. . We experience (for the most part) the seasons with the weather... . The crisp mornings and vibrant leafs that gather on the ground in fall, the sweet smell and absolute silence of the air that comes with the first snowfall in winter, the yellow daffodil that pops up through the snow blanketed ground in spring, and the electric breeze that billows gusty winds of a thunderstorm in summer. . But what about the seasons of life? . Child-like wonder, middle-school- like confusion, high-school-like false confidence, college- like ambition, post-grad-like identity search, and on and on... . With so many of these seasons, an old part of us has to fade away in order for a new growth to emerge . We are constantly growing. Perhaps not at the level of a "season" but in micro-moments. Choices that push us out of our comfort zone, decisions that leave us feeling frightened, opportunities where we chose to speak up. In those moments, those are the ones where we learn to no longer let the "what ifs" whisper sweet toxic familiarity in our minds ear. . Those are the moments we change. Those are the moments where we as humans move from fall to winter or spring to summer.


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) But... "San Francisco is such a great city! Why would you leave?" . You're not wrong. SF is an amazing city and home to many of my close friends who are truly thriving. I plan to come back to visit SF and bask in @karlthefog’s glory. But I've known for a while that it is time to look onward. . With that being said, I thought I would share some of the thoughts around my leave as a part II to a previous caption... This is Tyler. . In a previous post I wrote about how the universe had made it clear that leaving SF was a nonnegotiable. I knew after my shoulder surgery that I needed to leave, to break from the vortex, and to live the words that fueled the fire so deep inside my heart- to live presently, to live boundlessly, to live free of fear of judgement. . Well, sometimes timing and synchronicities can't be ignored. Sure, some could say I'm making synchronicities appear when they aren't there, but this is my story and part of living the words I love is relinquishing my fear of judgement. And for me, those synchronicities were (and are) there and they were screaming at me as loud as getting hit by a car (thankfully it was more peaceful this time). . Tyler is a wonderful, caring, thoughtful human. He has a soul on fire and it's impossible to not be inspired by his light. Caught hypnotized by his flame, his slow burn and calm approach to life caught my ever changing cool breeze off guard. . A prescribed burn, Tyler, started to burn down a lot of the things I thought I "knew." Challenging me to think differently, he shared words that surrounded me in warmth through vulnerability and safety. . I joked early on that my baggage wouldn't be considered "oversized" but it would be marked as fragile. His response of "I never want to drop, break, or damage that, please tell me how I can ensure I never do" was when I knew my life was changed... . While not the reason for leaving, a catalyst and the forest fire I needed. . Tyler is a big part of this new chapter. No matter what the future holds.


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(webstagram) silhouettes & sunsets. . shadows of what was, fading with the light of what could be. . a beautiful dance of reality & dream.


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(webstagram) So long summer... . So long straw hats, salty skin, and sweet kisses from the sun. . You were quite the season.


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) But... "San Francisco is such a great city! Why would you leave?" . You're not wrong. SF is an amazing city and home to many of my close friends who are truly thriving. I plan to come back to visit SF and bask in @karlthefog’s glory. But I've known for a while that it is time to look onward. . With that being said, I thought I would share some of the thoughts around my leave.. *the words I'm about to share are my opinion/ interactions with the city which are distinctly my own...* . In my last post I wrote about my adventures and lust for the weekends spent outside of the city limits. I realized about a year into calling SF home that I was living for those weekends. Every weekend I would be crippled with anxiety when I would return on those dreaded Sundays. The thought of coming back to the city, or as I dubbed it "the vortex", would send chills down my spine. . On Mondays I would transform. I would get sucked back into the pull of misaligned priorities, competitive and defensive conversations, and brain draining ideologies. Stuck in golden handcuffs I'd talk myself out of leaving the city, stuck in a perpetual cycle because of the "opportunity." . Every week became a cyclical pattern, burn out during the week, leave the city for an awe inspiring weekend spent solo or with friends, debilitating anxiety upon return, getting back into the "swing of things" on Monday, and burning out all over again. . In came a blessing in disguise...I was cut off commuting to work on my bike and broke my collarbone. A crude wake-up call, I claimed that the accident had finally "opened my eyes." I spoke about present living and living a life for me. . I lied. . I felt those things, but couldn't break the cycle. . Then it happened again... this time I was hit by a car a month later, re-broke that collarbone, and had to have surgery. The universe called me on my bullshit and I couldn't pretend not to see the signs anymore. . I needed to leave SF. It took me a few months to finally do it, but leaving was nonnegotiable. And while I never could have predicted the way that it all unfolded, I'm grateful for the patience the universe granted me to get it sorted.


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(webstagram) And with that, the sun is setting on a beautiful chapter in my life. . I'm leaving San Francisco. . SF has been my basecamp for two years and has given me a plethora of memories and adventures. . With one of the most epic backyards, I've been able to find my soul in the mountains of the Eastern Sierra, my heart in the granite of Yosemite, my inspiration in the redwoods of Mt. Tam, my zen in the shadows of Mt. Shasta, my limits in the snow of Tahoe, and my balance in the waves of Stinson Beach, Santa Cruz, and Big Sur. . I've spent countless hours traversing the edges of the West Coast. Loading up Tiago (my car) and Scout for the weekend became a routine I was all too familiar with. I found bliss in communing with these wondrous places, places that I had grown to love so deeply. . I've encountered truly beautiful souls. Souls that have invigorated me, helped me grow, and filled me with a lust for life fueled by deep connection. These humans I will continue to hold close regardless of the miles because I know they are a part of my larger narrative. . I'm ecstatic for the horizon ahead and ready for the adventures to come! . But, I'm also deeply grateful for this chapter.


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Elizabeth Fieser

(webstagram) This is a big week, part III. . Continued words from @jedidiahjenkins. . “Once you brain has established a routine. It stops. The alertness goes away. The fascination with the way the world works goes away... and I think that's what travel in general does, it wakes up your brain... . My brain is fascinated. I didn't know my brain could be so turned on. I want to be aware every day I'm alive. . I want to make it to 85 and be exhausted because I've been alive and awake every single day. . And I think that is the duty of being an adult, when you're a kid everything is new so you don't have to work for it, you're just astonished. Once you're an adult that's a choice, you choose adventure for your own life. . But its not about the bike, it's about getting out of your routine and that could look like anything... . I don't want my days to control me, I don't want the calendar to be my boss, I want to control my days. . I want to choose the adventures that I go on and I want to choose a mind and a soul that is wide awake because in a sense it turns your 100 years on this planet into 1000."


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The end.