This is supposed to be my first hard week since I decided to take a break. Overall this is my second week back climbing and it feels good to be back at it. Though life has prevented me from getting in as many sessions as I would like, but this may be a good thing. I have a tendency to over do it, and being forced to go a bit lighter than I would like is probably a good thing.
I needed this time off. My motivation was shit. It was hard to admit it, but I was selecting projects based on the wether or not they would give me a good story, not pushing my mental and physical limits. It wasn’t a good place for me to be. That bullshit motivation was stripping the fun out of climbing. I think the roots of this go back further than a couple months. About a year and half ago climbing went from being fun to “fulfilling my potential.” While the “fulfilling of potential” is the end goal of any pursuit there is a fine line that gets crossed. I don’t know how to describe it in a way that makes sense to someone who hasn’t crossed that line. It’s kind of a dangerous place to be. Though I’m not entirely sure I’ve passed back over to the “good” side of that line, but I am having fun again so I’ll take that as a start.