Ren Man recently returned from a trip to Scotland (Im not one to be jealous of his travels. I WAS SO JEALOUS OF THIS ONE. He was but a stones-throw from my FAVE SHAUNA!).
I cant lie. Dont tell Ren Man but we were so flipping excited about his leaving/our planned staycation. Methinks more excited than he was about his golf *vacation.* We’d planned our AGENDA—her new fave word—-for months.
The Tornado & I, utterly derailed by sadness at his departure, still took advantage of rolling as single ladies and sadly but industriously mapped out a staycation of our own.
Day one contained many activities (<—–overplanned!! overplanned!!):
Coloring, Shrinky Dinks, park-time, swimming, hanging with her cousins…..and then the Tornado requested to add in climbing.
I almost said no (as with many things in life these days.).
Im so glad I did not.
Id have missed out on an educational facet of our STAYcation I’d not realized was on the agenda.
Climbing—-still—-parallels my life.
Youve gotta show up. It was our STAYcation. We’d already been swimming and to the park. When the Tornado announced next on our agenda (she loves that word) would be CLIMBING I almost talked her out of it. The time together was amazing—but I needed to show up to experience it.
It’s just you and me, Babe. The Tornado and I used to have a lot more time together. A LOT more just us days/weeks. I miss that. What I did not realize is that she missed/needed tangible reminding of the fact I am always, always, there to catch her when she falls. Climbing was trust renewing and reinforcing.
It is all about having a good start. In life. In our days. In climbing. If you take that first step believing you cant—then you cannot. Start strong and believing in yourself.
It’s about the fun on the journey. Climbing, writing a book, child rearing—LIFE. You may never make it to the top. Hell, you may get mid-way & realize youre laughing too hard to continue (hopefully this one is JUST rock climbing). Life/climbing is about enjoying, embracing and learning from the process.
Dont muscle through. I climbed a lot with an ex-boyfriend. Inside. Outside. Top roping. Lead climbing. I was never very good. My downfall was always the fact I DIDN’T READ THE WALL. I tried to muscle & force my way up the climb. Climbing/life becomes far easier when you let go & surrendered to the the wall.
This was my first re-attempt to climb in ages. I’d thought she’d taken a picture until we got home & I found the video. Awkward, muscling-up aside I LOVE her cheers of GO! MAMA! GO! I couldn’t hear them from the wall:
Feel the fear and do it anyway. No matter the fear. Your back. Your career. Looking like a fool. It’s FINE TO FEAR—just dont allow it to paralyze you. Fake-it-till-you-make-it (as in me and the photo below) but dont let fear stop you from living.
After eleven years of blogging I could not STOP my mind from racing/mentally writing the above as I drove home from the rock wall.
And yet, as I peeked in the rear-view mirror and spied an exhausted Tornado happily half-zonked, I realized that was it.
There wasnt really a needed blog post in this experience.
YES I was reminded of a lot about life. YES I re-learned a heck of a lot about climbing. Yet all that said I was simply happy.
No caveats. No lessons. No thoughts of: ‘ok if THIS happens then THAT will happen and THEN…”
I was happy.
Climbing, like life, had tired & energized me in the most perfect of ways & caused me to be utterly content and happy.**
**which would have made a for a really short, 5 letter blog post…
This post is not sponsored by Lifetime Fitness (the place where the Tornado and I HAPPILY climbed). We’ve previously established, however, our family loves us some Lifetime.