Never Give Up On A Dream
As I am sitting here with sore muscles this afternoon, there is a sense of pride I cannot define. No, I didn't do anything outrageous, but I did something different, and I struggled with fear and weakness. Auto-belaying at an indoor gym is child's play. Literally, five-year-olds were climbing the walls around me without any fear, putting my endeavors to shame. But I have an agenda; I want to rock climb, and this is my beginning.
For two years, I have considered joining a rock climbing class, both times I have enrolled, I have retracted my entry. My lack of self-confidence persuaded me that my weaknesses are too significant to overcome, and I tend to accept the negative thoughts in my judgment before considering the positives. Even with the doubts, I would find myself fantasizing of climbing a summit unattainable by foot, but my dreams ended there; I would never be able to climb.
I sit here today with the sorest muscles I have had in a while, recognizing an obsession is unfolding. Once again, I am organizing a foundation to fulfill a dream I didn't think was achievable. It may take me months to learn, to gain confidence, and to succeed, but I will not surrender until I stand at the top of a bluff and declare, "but I did it!"