Getting back on the horse

The last few weeks have been challenging - in only the way that such challenges can help you make hard decisions that ultimately make you happier. Happy with your ethos.

One thing that has frustrated me lately is seeing people abuse position to create an illusion about themselves that is not stacked up by experience, while others work their butts off - sometimes failing time and time again, or simply not being able to perform as they used to at that moment in time... but constantly trying to find another way to get there - and then sometimes getting there, but with little appreciation...

But that's life, hey? And what is the use in getting frustrated and trying to change something beyond your control... or indeed perhaps no longer any of your own business. Who's to say the way I see the world is the right way?

So I'm just getting my head down and getting on with my own pursuit of happiness and worth in life - and also being honest with myself in my own abilities and what I need to do if I want to achieve something. A simple moment spent this evening dealing with my own daemons and failure has reminded me off all this: that time tells and hard work does pay off in the end.

A quick "selfie" to psyche myself up to soloing Flying Buttress 

First few 'pitches' were fine, however I had a little moment on the steep wall before moving across to the ledge under the "awkward chimney"...

...then the words of a good friend came into my head and I took a few deep breaths and took in the view in a different way - it was a fantastic moment of solitude really.

The awkward chimney ended up being a good giggle....

And oh, the wonderful feeling of getting back on the horse!

At the top I sat in the glorious sun and watched a climber have his own little 'moment' on Resurrection. I almost felt guilty watching him without his knowledge (voyeurism without the sexual context!?). He finally got to the belay and safety and was in his own moment of solitude - his voice a mixture of relief and excitement as he remarked to himself in dealing with his own daemons. Then the happy relief as he called down to his climbing partner he was safe. A moment of witnessing someone being very much alive at that moment. A simple thing.

It's all good!

Then back home to give some time to a little dog whose concept of happiness is as simple as chasing a ball :-)