What Fiordland Taught Us About What “Wild” Really Means
- isabell8785
- 5 days ago
- 2 min read
We often think “wild” means pushing harder. Going further. Doing more. Proving something.
But Fiordland taught us a very different lesson.
Deep in the wilderness of Aotearoa, surrounded by misty mountains, cold water, silence and scale, we were reminded that wild looks different for every single person. And that every version of it is valid.
Every woman arrives with her own:
Boundaries
Comfort zones
Fears
Capacity to enjoy
Some come ready to leap. Some come quietly curious. Some come carrying years of self-doubt. And all of it belongs.
This trip wasn’t about seeing how far we could push or how much we could learn.
It was about something far more powerful.
We came to disconnect… so we could reconnect.
Reconnect with nature — raw, humbling, grounding. Reconnect with purpose — remembering why we choose courage, why we choose growth. Reconnect with other women — strangers who felt like sisters within days. And, most importantly, reconnect with ourselves!
Connection became the strongest word of the entire trip.
Connection doesn’t always arrive loudly. Sometimes it comes in quiet moments: Kayaking in pouring rain, listening to the roaring waterfalls your are surrounded by. Breathing before a leap. Sitting in the hot tub after a big day. Feeling something shift internally — something you can’t quite name yet.
True wild isn’t about being the toughest person in the room. It’s not about who can go the fastest, the deepest, the furthest.
True wild is being brave enough to meet yourself exactly where you are.
To listen to your body. To respect your fear without letting it rule you. To choose curiosity over comparison. To stop proving — and start being.
Fiordland has a special way of stripping everything back until only truth remains. And what stayed with us most wasn’t how extreme the landscape was — it was how deeply it reflected who we are.
At Wild Chix, this is what we believe in.
Not performance. Not perfection. But presence. Connection. And the quiet power that comes when a woman remembers herself.
Wild is not one thing. Wild is personal. And when you find your version of it — you never forget it.
