“It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going, what lies ahead I have no way of knowing…” – Tom Petty
This little voice has been in the back of my head for almost two years now, calling me to Denver.
So I stayed. I wasn’t exactly living the life I wanted, but I could spend time every day in my happy place, climbing with amazing and supportive friends.
Yet, slowly I realized I was in a rut. I had a routine. I was pushing myself in climbing, and trying to get by in my career, but I was in my comfort zone.
And that’s not where I wanted to be.
So I decided to learn from what climbing had taught me and make the move.
But just like in climbing, I had to take small steps to put the whole project togethr.
I bought a one-way plane ticket. I started packing up my stuff. And I didn’t talk much about my plan, because for me, that’s how it starts to seem big and scary and full of pressure.
So I broke it up into individual pieces – putting together the moves – until suddenly, I’ve put myself in a place where there’s no turning back.
Eventually, you have to just do it. And a week ago, I did.
I made the move.
I’m here in Denver now. And I feel like I’m clinging onto the holds after going for the move, but my feet cut, and I’m still not sure if I’m actually going to stick it and get the send.
But I’m trying. Harder than I think I can. I can hear the encouragement of my friends. And I know I’m capable of more than I think I am.
So I’m putting my feet back on the wall, and looking for the next hold.
I’ve got this.