Out Here, Nobody Cares About Your Résumé

Out Here, Nobody Cares About Your Résumé

Out here, nobody gives a damn about what you do for a living.
Nobody’s counting your steps.
Nobody’s measuring your worth against your paychecks, your titles, or your LinkedIn endorsements.

The forest doesn’t care what’s printed on your business card.
It doesn’t ask what you built yesterday, and it sure as hell doesn’t care where you see yourself in five years.

All it notices is that you’re still moving.
Step by step.
Breath by breath.

And out here? That’s enough.


When Slowing Down Is the Smartest Thing You Can Do

Some days, lacing up your boots isn’t about chasing the summit.
It’s about holding yourself together.

I don’t hike to hit some magic number of steps.
I walk because if I don’t, the noise between my ears might just drown me.

There’s something different about moving through a place that doesn’t want anything from you.
No one watching.
No one judging.
No one trying to tell you what you’re worth.

Out here, stopping to catch your breath isn’t failure.
Going slow isn’t weakness.

It’s survival.
Plain and simple.


It’s Not About the Trophy Wall

This world’s real good at feeding you lies about what matters.
Tells you your value’s in diplomas, job titles, hustle, and how busy you can pretend to be.

But the strongest folks I’ve met didn’t have walls full of awards.

They had calloused hands and stubborn hearts.
They were the single parents clawing their way back after heartbreak.
The vets learning how to sit in the silence without falling apart.
The teachers worn thin from giving everything and getting nothing back.
The kids shuffled through every broken system we built.

And they kept moving.
Messy, slow, stubborn.

Movement matters. Even when it’s ugly.


One Foot. Then the Next.

No sprinting required.
No finish line selfies.
No scoreboard to impress.

Just one foot.
Then the next.

That’s all the wild asks of you.

It strips away the noise.
The fake deadlines.
The fake wins.
And it leaves you standing there — honest, tired, but still standing.


If You’re in the Thick of It

If the load feels too heavy, if your steps feel like they’re sinking in mud —
You’re not broken.

You’re human.
You’re real.

And if the best you’ve got today is to keep your feet moving —
That counts.

Let the trees shoulder some of that weight for a while.
Let the dirt and wind remind you: you’re still here.

Still moving.

And out here, that’s more than enough.

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 Cory @ Iron Pines

Resilient by Nature

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