The farther I get from climbing, the less I feel like doing it. Packing up my shit and heading out to get cold and scare myself doesn’t sound like much fun.
I realize I can apply my climbing lessons to life. I focus much more energy on climbing well, on keeping my head in shape than I do with my real life. My logic is, climbing comes first and everything will fall into place after. And it seems to work. Arno Ilgner (of The Rock Warrior’s Way) says climbing is a journey, that every route is an opportunity to live in the moment, but I realize that life is like that too, that it doesn’t just ‘start’ once you’re thru certain obstacles, like college. It’s all a part of your life, no matter if it’s wading thru taxes or the
Meaning I’d better get to climbing, if that’s what I want to do. Despite not wanting to.
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You mentioned, “if you’re not failing, you’re not trying.”
I like the TaiJi Quan saying, “Invest in Loss.” That is, you’re allowing the process of failure to occur. This means that you’re not attached to a certain idea of success; which makes victory inevitable.
You keep berating yourself about the small pauses that occur on your road to… wherever. What’s wrong with stopping to chill for a bit? Sheesh! You’re a totally great gal! Start enjoying being Anchen as much as we ALL enjoy you being Anchen! You are very much loved!
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
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