What was I thinking ?!?!?
My friend Mary had talked me into going on this trip. She had talked me into d-tasseling corn too. I should have known.
Mary was out-doorsey. I was not. This was to be a camping, whitewater rafting, climb out of the Grand Canyon adventure.
I didn’t do adventures. I read adventures. I was a bona fide, certified, hardcore bookworm.
Mary was my best friend. She was silly, goofy, fun to be around and persuasive.
It was the 1970’s. I look back on this experience as one of the most thrilling and hardest things I’ve ever done in my life. Whitewater rafting was thrilling.
The ascent out of the Grand Canyon was just plain hard.
Up until that trip, my one experience camping was an overnight, under the stars with Mary, in her front yard, camp out.
At this point I must insert a tidbit of personal info. My DNA shows I am 56% Irish. Dark Irish. Dark auburn hair, blue eyes, fair skin with freckles Irish. I was/am white white, pale white, pure white. As one of my classmates put it, blinding white.
I do not do well in heat.
There was a reason I stayed indoors and read.
When it came time to climb out of the Grand Canyon, Mary set a goal to be one of the first of our group to make it to the top. She said goodby to me when I started to slow down. As the temperature rose, I emotionally spiraled. Looking ahead, there were miles of switchback trail ahead of me. I hoped just to make it to the top by sundown! Other than the occasional passerby, some on mules, I was alone. I honestly didn’t know if and how I was going to make it.
I was athletic, playing several different sports – but this, this was different. This was grueling, testing me to my limits. I was in a hard place. In the end it came down to focusing on one thing… one step at a time.
I learned something that day. Face the hard thing head on, and take one step at a time. Then take the next step. I saw what I was capable of. I do possess determination, fortitude, tenacity, and courage.
Google Image Grand Canyon switchbacks
I took another journey recently … life changing. Every bit as hard as climbing out of the Grand Canyon.
I signed up for a class called The Ultimate Journey.
I heard many positive things about it. One lady said she had been in counseling for years and this class helped her more than all the years of counseling combined. Hmm
Was I afraid to face the past? Yes!
Hard Thing- step one. sign-up for class.
Hard Thing – step two- Go to first class.
Hard Thing- step three – Go to second class.
Next thing I know, I’m looking forward to class and I was sad when it ended.
I made friends. I’m more peaceful. There is freedom. I am more compassionate with myself and others.
I wrote this quote on our blackboard as a reminder:
“When it is all said and done, we’re all just walking each other home.” Ram Dass.
This was another in a series of guest posts…this one written by my wife. DM