So I kind of consider myself an outdoor enthusiast. I hike, kayak, canoe, camp, backpack, swim in rivers/creeks/oceans, dogsled, cross-country ski, downhill ski, snowboard, trail run, whitewater raft, stand up paddle board, star gaze, and I just enjoy even standing outside. So you, know, just kind of an outdoor enthusiast. But there's one outdoor event that has always made me nervous: climbing. I'm not a huge fan of heights, and the thought of placing my life on the fate of one single rope about two inches thick is kinda, sorta...scary. But in the past few months, I started bouldering, a form of climbing that doesn't take you too far from Earth's surface...at least not far enough for any tragic and long falls. It's something new and different in my life, something I am trying to tackle and become good at...because I am always attempting to better myself at anything and everything. Yeahhhh, I'm kind of a perfectionist...no, but I really am. Being a natural athlete has it's perks, because I can conquer almost any physical feat I try...sometimes without even trying. But going into the real world with that kind of view, that I have to be good at everything, isn't going to fly. At all. I can't be good at everything. No one can. And recently I'm finding out what I'm not good at, and it's terrifying. Finding that I have (gasp) flaws hurts my poor, sheltered ego. I'm not trying to sound stuck up, if you know me I am not stuck up at all, I'm just saying that my life used to revolve around sports, something I was good at. Now my life has to revolve around something else, things I am not naturally good at (such as relationships, emotions and all the more important things in life), and it's hard to adjust.
But sometimes, you just have to put your entire life residing on a two inch thick rope, and just go with it, not looking down the whole way.
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