Recently Brian and I watched an episode of 60 minutes (a show which we love like a couple of 70 year olds ;D) dedicated to individuals who do insanely risky things. They had people who climb mountains and jump off in "squirrel suits", a man who free swims with great white sharks and a young guy who climbs insane mountains with NO ROPE. I think they called it free climbing. Simply watching this guy climb the mountain on television was giving me big time agita.
I found myself feeling somehow akin to this crazy mountain climbing guy. There are so many days where I find myself metaphorically half way up the giant mountain, by myself with no rope and no net. If I look down I will lose it and fall. If I look up I will become overwhelmed at how far I have to go. It's a no win. So instead I start blindly climbing towards the top of the peak or the end of the day or the end my journey or whatever.
The crappy part is that when this guy finished climbing he might feel exhausted but he is also exhilarated. Someone the end of my journey usually ends with me exhausted, going to bed too late, not getting enough done and being frustrated. SO I guess the moral of the story is that I should abandon my "everyday life" and take up mountain climbing. Make sense, right?
And before I go, you're welcome for the visual of a woman, 8 months pregnant, trying to climb the face of a mountain. :D