On giving it my everything…

“There’s only one way to succeed in anything and that is to give everything.”
- Vince Lombardi

The Chief (Squamish, BC)Every year, JT and I climb The Stawamus Chief in Squamish, not only as a tradition (we used to walk through Shannon Falls until they closed the trail right besides the falls. It’s not a bad hike, but it does require some effort to make it all the way up to the top, and I thoroughly enjoy the challenge. It’s particularly challenging to climb it when you’ve injured yourself, and yet the last time I went all the way up, it hurt.

The Chief (Squamish, BC)My wrist wasn’t in good condition, neither was my physique. Yet I persevered and I climbed all the way to the top. I love the view from the top of the Stawamus Chief. It’s a feeling that I don’t think has matched any other of my accomplishments, not even when I walk up the Grouse Grind (note, walk up, not run up). Climbing a mountain has more than one particular meaning. It is also a metaphor for surviving.

The kind of challenges I’ve faced in the past few weeks, and in particular the last one, are nothing like the challenges some of my other friends are facing/have faced AND survived AND thrived. Some of my friends have lost family members, their beloved partners. Me? That’s not the case. Yes, I’ve lost friends, but for the most part, I am doing perfectly ok.

This past week was particularly rough on me as I have been missing people from my life. And no, having other friends available doesn’t really soothe me. It’s an ephemeral proposition. The energy to keep going needs to come from WITHIN me, not FROM anyone else.

For the most part, I give everything I do my all. And then there’s that point where I get tired, overwhelmed, overworked, and I feel miserable and alone. And I complain. And then I realize I have no reason to complain. Life, as I know it, is grand for me. Yeah, the weather has been less than stellar (with the exception of today), but, seriously – is there anything wrong with my life? No, there isn’t. Challenges, I’ll always be facing them. It’s the very nature of life.

But sometimes I’m afraid of making mistakes. And then I realize (as Lorraine said), that not making mistakes means I’m playing it too safe. And I didn’t get to where I am by playing it safe. It’s time to take more risks, perhaps more calculated (and more carefully measured) risks, but not to stop risking.

“Yesterday’s failures are today’s seeds that must be diligently planted to be able to abundantly harvest tomorrow’s successes.”
- Author Unknown

I hope I planted enough seeds this past week, because I am looking forward to more successes. It’s time to getting back to giving it all my all.

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Comments (2)

MJ AnkenmanAugust 12th, 2011 at 7:38 pm

I think you have captured what a lot of us feel now and then…an overwhelming feeling of safeness, frustration, anger or what ever …..it can’t always be justified but can be felt and so it is real for the one feeling it regardless of circumstance. Great that you have decided ow to address your feelings. Love ya!

LisaAugust 16th, 2011 at 3:52 pm

Yeah, I’m kind of feeling that way today. It’s frustrating sometimes!!

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