Some advice my wise sister passed on to me this weekend: check the stories you tell yourself. Over these last few years a main story I've told myself is that I'm a boulderer. I'm too afraid to get up high. I don't know anything about the technical side. I'm not good at knots. I don't have the head for sport or trad. I'm happy down low with the boulders. Etc, etc, etc.
Honestly all of this is true!! But these lines, stories, arguments are all self fulfilling constraints. Yes, I'm afraid AF of these heights and the consequences of mistakes up here. That shit is real - way way more real than bouldering.
But a story I'm a lot more excited to tell myself and my future (v future) kids: there is nothing that is more rewarding than doing things you weren't sure you could. Such as (eventually, choppily) making it to the top of this 80ft climb, especially after freaking out crying halfway up the route the day before bc u were too scared to keep climbing 😭 🙏🙏🙏to @hamferguson
for supporting me up this climb despite my stress-inducing mid climb freakouts on this wall, adeptly named Sweet Pain.