Being the confused soul that I am, I’m really hoping to have some sort of epiphany at the top of Everest (Base Camp).
I guess though, these really aren’t things you can plan eh?
Which brings me to my fundamental problem-
I am addicted, addicted to planning.
I am so addicted in fact that I actually enjoy the act of planning MORE than the act of doing. I know, it’s so lame.
But it kind of reminded me of something my instructor on my second ever climbing class said, ‘You have to let go, and the rest will fall into place’. How the hell did he cop on so quickly that I’m a control freak?! I mean, I hide it so well! Obviously.
Hmm, come to think of it though. Maybe he wasn’t being all metaphorical and deep, maybe he literally was teaching me to let go and enjoy the feeling of falling.
And you know what? It was also kind of addictive…