“You just need to push off and swing to the other side.”
The Just implied that it was easy. A piece of cake. What the experienced rock climbers, safely planted on the ground, were really telling me was that I need to let go. Obviously. Just let go.
It was my first time rock climbing. I felt a twinge of fear as I looked at what I was about to climb, but I silenced it. I have always been good at climbing. My family likes to tell me about how when I could barely even walk I would love to climb up the step stool we kept in the kitchen. I would climb up, fall down, dust myself off, and climb back up. I don’t remember this at all, either from being too young or from hitting my head each time I fell. My point is that I have always loved climbing things, as a child and yes still as an adult. So my excitement about rock climbing quickly squashed any nerves or fear I had.
That is until on my first run up. I managed the first half like a natural, and then I got stuck.
“You just need to push off and swing to the other side.”
Yeah okay, sure, easy peasy, I’ll get right to that.
I tried to use my unnatural long limbs to reach to the other side, so I wouldn’t actually have to let go and swing over. I had half let go, but I was also half still holding on for dear life. What sane person wouldn’t when they are that far above ground? At that height you forget that you are being supported by a rope that will catch you. At that height all knowledge that you are safe feels like a lie trying to trick you, and suddenly there is no way you are letting go.
Undeterred, I tried a second time on the second rig. Once again I was climbing quickly and easily. Look at me go.
Then I fell.
I don’t remember how it happened. I just remember one minute I was reaching, the next minute I was falling, the next minute I was caught, and then I was fine. After that falling didn’t seem so scary anymore. I took more risks, and yes fell many more times. But each time I was fine. The more I fell, the less I was afraid of falling.
My next attempt back on the other rig, I got stuck in the same place. And you know what I did without even hesitating? You guessed it, I let go and pushed myself to the other side. Not only did I survive, but I realized that letting go was ridiculously fun.
Letting go can be scary. Until it isn’t Although that is easy to say in rock climbing (relatively) it is a lot harder when you are talking about something more personal and permanent. Especially since in life it often seems like their isn’t a rope to catch us when we reach too far. So we convince ourselves that our dreams our merely meant to be pretty pictures put on our shelf of someday. Thought about and admired but not something we ever dare lived.
I have been a dreamer ever since I can remember. I use think that when I grew up and finally started living my dreams it would be like running through a field of daisies as I easily glided into happily ever after. Not even a little bit. It is more like being stuck 50 feet in the air the first time I decide to rock climb.
Terrifying.
Life is a beautiful story of falling and picking ourselves up again. Those who do great things are not the ones who never failed, but the ones who refuse to let their failure stop them. Sometimes the best thing we can do for ourselves is to just let go. To fall so we can catch ourselves, so we can once again believe in ourselves. So that the next time we find ourselves having to swing to the other side, we won’t hesitate, we won’t let our fear hold us, we will just swing, and for one split second feel free from our fear.