03/06/2026
Nothing strips status away quite like a mountain.
For that week in Turkey, nobody’s job title seemed to matter.
And really, does it matter in the first place anyway?
We were trekking with people we wouldn’t normally socialise with, all with different lives, backgrounds, and reasons for being there.
But once you’re up in the mountains, all of that doesn’t matter.
One person needs a hand on a steep slope,
so you help them.
Then another person needs to pause,
so everyone waits.
And then there are moments when someone has to wee on the mountain, so most of the dignity everyone tries to protect is far gone anyway.
It sounds funny, but that was the point.
Out there, surrounded by mountains, we were just humans looking after each other.
That felt rare, because so much of everyday life is shaped by the roles we play and the version of ourselves we feel we have to maintain.
Maybe that’s why the week felt so eye-opening.
It was simple and human.
Fresh air, tired legs, home-cooked food, and people being kind to each other.
And often that’s what brings us back to ourselves.
P.S. Where do you feel most able to stop performing and just be yourself?