At some point last week the stops seemed to be stomping down the starts. I'm one of those people who needs to make things happen, I like being in control and planning ahead, so yeah, frustration set in.
And I'll fully admit to having a few moments of "why am I doing this again?"
The answer came in the form of a 7 year old hanging from a rock climbing wall.
He decided to take on a new for him climb that was one of the more challenging ones along that wall. I sat with my mouth open as the kid negotiated his way up a wall that challenges many adults. He studied the wall then started up. A few times he had to stop and readjust his strategy, lost his footing a couple of times and had to pull himself back up. Once about half way up he anchored himself to the wall and sat back. He stared up at the last hold of the climb, down at his belayer and then back to the top. The look on his face wasn't "why am I doing this," it was pure determination.
He never let the frustration of not having the wingspan to reach across some of those holds get to him. He just figured out how to make it work.
If my 7 year old monkey can conquer that 5.9 climb, why would I let a few momentary annoyances (because really, that's all they are) derail my dreams?
A valuable lesson learned!