Climbing the mountain

Or at least a wall

If you’ve read my last 5 posts you know that I’ve had a mini meltdown and pretty much wrote my way through a progression to enlightenment that I need to do more things that I enjoy and nurture my creative side by taking my time for myself and making my needs a priority.

My first attempt was to fulfill my first goal of monthly date day/night. My second attempt was to try something I’ve always wanted to do but had talked myself out of doing over and over again. Indoor rock climbing.

I’d much rather be outdoors in nature but that’s a little scary to take on and I don’t really do outdoors when it’s cold (underweight, remember?).

So, last Saturday night Josh and I set out to reawaken my identity. With butterflies in my stomach I listened to the little high school girl tell me how to do this but don’t do this. I could barely concentration as we stood in front of the towering wall. Then she asks the question. “Who wants to go first?”

Eek! Well, of course. Josh “volunteered” to go first (probably because the look on face said “Um, not me”) and then she tells me that I need to hook up to this line bolted to the floor because he is so much bigger than I am and that when he comes down I will probably fly off the floor.

Do what?! Then she tells me “Yeah, you probably picked the hardest job to do first.” Oh, well, that is just perfect!

Sure enough, he comes down and up I go. That was…interesting. terrifying. painful.

Then it was my turn. After that the wall didn’t look so scary. I went right up to the top and touched the beam to the ceiling. I came down and Josh said the look on my face was priceless. All I could say was “That was so fun. Let’s do it again.”

So we did. Over and over again until my arms felt like jello. It was so exhilarating.

While it was good to get out without the kids and have some fun getting out of my comfort zone, I also learned some things:

I am much more capable of things than I give myself credit for.

I enjoy physical activities and pushing myself to my limits.

My rear end is much bigger than I thought it was.

It pays to take time for myself.

Now that I’ve gotten a taste for nurturing my inner spirit I want more. It’s like an addiction and I don’t want it to end. All I have to do is just figure out how I’m going to balance my responsibilities with my fun. Hmm…

Well, I’ll figure that out later but for now I’m setting out on my next attempt to indulge in my artistic side and break out my paints.

By the way, I couldn’t have this without my partner in life. Ok well I could, but that would just be no fun.