We drove up to the Adirondacks on a Saturday and we climbed at Poke O’ Moonshine. After the second pitch, I thought I had nothing left. But there were four more to go. Turns out, I had a little.
When we reached the top and it was time to rappel down, we had to find the route and I thought I had nothing left when we finally started. We got lost on the rappel and didn’t make it down until after dark. I didn’t think I had anything left. But we still had to drive to set up camp, make and eat dinner.
Turns out I had a little.
And then it was Sunday and we climbed some more. And I thought eventually I must run out, but I didn’t. It was beautiful and it was hard and I burned and burned through all of the fuel I thought I had and found that I just had more.
So I guess this is a story about how much we really have and how we can pour it into the things we love and just keep pouring. It’s a little scary to think of the possibilities of this. The way we could drain ourselves empty for love.
I didn’t think I had enough energy to drive home. Turns out, I did.
