Updated: Jan 23
I visited Eastern Washington to climb and take photos of my friends climbing. It was my first time outside in about a month so I was excited to take advantage of the sunny weekend.
Before I set up to take some photos I attempted to top rope the route they were projecting... I fought my way up the entire climb. It was the last climb of the day (after bailing on my "warm up" lead attempt on a 5.9, top-roping a few routes afterwards to re-gain my confidence, and then redeeming myself by leading a 5.10a), my skin was raw and I could hardly grip the rock but my perseverance (or stubbornness, whichever) let me push myself until I reached the top. It wasn't a send but it was satisfying nonetheless. To struggle and to triumph is an amazing feeling. After my struggle my friends Jen & Evan took turns climbing the route. I shot them in awe, watching how they read the rock, moved with intention, and kept a cool head while they ascended.
It's inspiring to see hardship and witness someone rise to the occasion. It puts things in perspective as I face of my own struggles.
Sometimes I get frustrated and feel like I let myself down because I'm not where I want to be. I'm not the better version of myself that I envision as I work to meet my goals and it makes me feel like I'm not good enough as I am. Watching them climb served as a reminder that no one gets to where they are now overnight, they work hard and move through their own struggles at their own pace.
We all want to be better than we are now but we can't let that stop us from enjoying the process of becoming that person. Work hard to reach the destination but enjoy the process.
It's the journey that transforms us into the person we are in the end.