Yesterday I met a friend for yoga at her studio here in Williamsburg. I'm more into the workout versus spiritual component, so I braced myself when the hipster teacher (a rock climber dude with black frames and a pet llama) started rambling about Buddhist philosophy. But then he said something that struck a chord: The only way to get better in rock climbing is to find that sweet space of slight discomfort—where you're a little scared—while searching for the next hold. Because if you cling to where you are or resort to only the grips you know, chances are you're not gonna make it. I thought that was a clever analogy, and made me realize that I'm sort of in that place in my life: Working for myself and being relied upon for someone else's wellbeing is somewhat uncharted territory for me. I guess I have to let go of my previous holds(the security of a paycheck, not having to worry about anyone but myself when I make decisions) and wholly embrace this new stretch of life.
Pic: Climbing in the Gunks
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