How We Became Growl Louder Adventures: Part 1
Life sure has a funny way of leading you where you need to go sometimes if you're patient and listen. I never understood the assignment, never my purpose in life or even if such a thing existed. I think Prospector Growl's Journal starts here and on our Patreon. I will start from the beginning of Growl Louder Adventures, and along the way we'll talk a whole lot about life, getting lost along the way, and then finding your path.
Growl Louder Adventures seems an odd name, and is oddly how I got my nickname "Growl" , but it's a name with carefully crafted purpose and was also crafted spiritually. If you asked me how I defined myself in Early 2020, I would have said I am a career driven business leader with no fear of failure, progress driven, and sacrificed a ton to move forward in my career. I was a warrior, I put in those long hours, I thrived off of success, and I did not no how to succeed in moderation. Then on August 27th, my 20 year old son Austin took his last breath.
You see Austin, was not just my only son, but he was born under very tragic conditions. His cord separated from the placenta while his mother was in labor and he drowned for some time but the doctors were able to bring him back after 17 minutes without oxygen. Amazing how an event like that, you don't forget the details. They did not give him through the night, but my son made it 20 blessed years until complications from cerebral palsy and more directly a Grand mal seizure caused him to pass. My life went on auto pilot for a long while after that day.
It was that night, that I first experienced the bear. I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a nightmare at the time, but that night and most nights after for a very long time, I dreamed of seeing my son on the table, because of Covid and the need for an autopsy, we were not allowed to touch or comfort him at all. All I could do is stand there and stare at him, completely powerless. I could feel a rage in the pit of me so great that I was not sure I could hold it back at all. Then I would see a bear on a rocky cliff, alone, and roaring into the sky as loud as he could. The roar was so intense I could feel it, It was like it had bonded with the rage I was feeling. I still to this day have the dream once in a while, but those days have mostly passed as life has taken me on a different path these days as you all can see! But the bear has been with me since that day and I understand him and his purpose. It was also after that first night that I knew that the rage was something that I could choose to control, and I did.
That night is how all of this began. We have plenty of journal entries to go before we get to where we are now and it wouldn't be very journally of me if we did it all right here now would it? I promise that the pieces will all fall into place, but you'll have to trust me and catch the next entry in my journal. Until then, be inspired, be inspiring, and #Growl Louder.
Ps. Make your day, don't let your day make you!
