I have a confession to make.
I kind of don’t really try.
At anything.
Trying always means there is the possibility of failure, and if you really try and fail, well it doesn’t feel great.
It’s also stupid not to try. I think sometimes about a wonderful and inspiring woman I knew as a teenager who told me I had to get out of my own way. It’s been about 15 years since I got that bit of advice and I think I’m finally ready to listen.
This week I climbed at grades harder than I am capable, both in the gym and out. I failed. But I tried. It didn’t feel good. But who knows where the paths might lead if I’m not standing in my own way.
