This book was the most fun to write because it felt like everything started connecting.

I spent so much of my childhood outside… playing sports, climbing trees, running around barefoot, exploring, and simply being in my body. It wasn’t something I had to think about because it was just how I experienced the world.

As I got older, I realized how easy it is to lose that relationship. Somewhere along the way, our bodies can start feeling more like something to manage than something to know. We learn how to keep up, push through, optimize, and compare ourselves, but we don’t always learn how to listen… to our bodies or to the WYLD around us.

Writing this book reminded me that my body is my first home. Every memory, every emotion, every adventure, every challenge, and every relationship I’ve ever had has been experienced through it. It’s where my heart, my mind, and my story all come together. The more I wrote, the more I realized that every body is different because every life is different. We all come from different families, different places, and different experiences. Yet somehow we’re all trying to answer many of the same questions about what it means to be human.

Maybe taking care of our body isn’t always about trying to become the healthiest person in the room. Maybe it’s more about building a relationship with the one body we’ll spend our entire life in.

My Wyld Body is My Home…