I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night not knowing why. I lay with my eyes open while my mind begins to race. The thoughts of life decisions, am I doing the right thing? What climbing adventure will be next? What will I climb tomorrow? Am I getting to old for this rambling dirt bag life? Will I ever be able to have a relation that last longer than six months? The mind wont stop it seems like hours go by while I toss and turn. The thoughts drift away and I awake to the morning light.
During the day I climb, when I’m not climbing I’m resting, making new friends, catching up with old friends, cooking and eating, hydrating either that be a cold beer, hot tea or some H2O.
My parents raised me to live and take risks, some of the best advice I’ve gotten from my Dad was “to make goosebumps last as long as you can and take advantage of cheap thrills” and “just as long as you’ve got happiness and health things will be alright”.
Sometimes I think I’ve got to settle down get a real job and that’s just the way it is. But before I go to sleep today I think I’m doing the right thing.