From Prissy to Prepper: My Leap Into The Unknown [A Woman’s Perspective]
You know that song, “Ladies Love Country Boys” by Trace Adkins? That song describes me, literally, even the part about going down south for some higher education. This is not the story of some bright eyed awakening or some epiphany moment that led me to prepping. Frankly, I became a prepper by accident.
When I met Charley, I didn’t know what the term survivalist meant. My idea of long term food storage was getting the newest Tupperware so leftovers stayed “fresh” for an extra day or two. Emergency bag? Well, I did have an extra tube of Burt’s Bees lip balm in my purse, does that count? So how did I go from that girl, to one who owns a survival company? Because I was lucky enough to find someone who wanted to share their passion with me, and who was able to show me an entire world that I had no idea existed.
Don’t laugh, but Charley was the first one to take me camping. In all my years, I had never put up a tent, I had never cooked over an open flame, and I had never, EVER packed a backpack with anything other than clothes and deodorant. You can only imagine the look on Charley’s face (and the ensuing laughter), when he handed me the bag with the tent and I said “What’s this?”
Over time, I realized that Charley was teaching me how to approach life from a slightly different perspective. I say slightly only because anyone who knows me knows that practical is just who I am. I don’t make a move without a plan, and I will not just ride off into the sunset without a destination (preferably where the end point is a craft beer bar, if I have my way). It started out as little things, such as going on trips to Costco and Restaurant Depot instead of Publix and Winn Dixie. We also started camping more often, and I started doing a bit more reading on my own. He recommended One Second After, which I promptly devoured in a couple of hours. It was a welcome break from studying for the Bar exam. I don’t know that I saw it as “prepping” at first, I just considered it a part of who we were as a family, and a normal set of actions. Plus, we were saving money through the bulk buying and I was able to spend more time at home studying/trying not to go insane from studying.
The best part of this whole process is that I felt like I had finally met someone who was able to keep up with me, and I also felt more stable than I had in a long time. It’s an odd statement to make since I had no real measurable skill set (other than baking a variety of cookies, cakes and muffins), no job prospect post Bar, and I still had to pass the stupid Bar! Prepping isn’t all bunkers and doomsday, it really does bring a sense of security and peace knowing that if things get rough, you’re good to go.
I guess that brings me to the point of this post. I went from an honor student who thought “prepping” meant making sure you have all your ingredients together BEFORE you start baking a cake, to the girl who makes organic French toast with free range eggs from the backyard flock and then puts on some camo pants for bug out bag testing while my 160 pound Fila Mastiff watches on. All this is quite the far cry from the condo on the beach and the Maltese in the purse that I was “supposed” to have per my family’s wishes. Prepping made me a more well rounded person, a woman who strives to have it all, and can make that happen because of prepping.
We take this same approach to teaching others how to prep. Prepping helps you be the best version of yourself. It teaches you to plan, to prioritize, to work with your family as a group, and how to set goals. We want our clients to leave our classes feeling like they learned a new skill, learned a new way to look at a situation, and made new friends who are there to help you every step of the way.