I just got out of the hospital again after spending four days there. What did I do after I got out of the hospital? Well, I went climbing, of course! Climbing heals. It is a very powerful ritual for me. I strapped on my climbing shoes, taped up my left wrist and thumb, and chalked up before approaching the wall. I didn’t hesitate at all to get on the wall. I needed to be on that wall today. It was a sign of hope to me and it served the purposes of healing well as I continued to climb over the course of an hour or so. I logged my climbs on the MyClimb app on my iPad Mini and submitted them. It felt so great to climb again! Four days ago, when I went into the hospital, I felt like dying. Today, I lived, and it made me happy!
Content Rating PG, for the most part
I try to keep the content of my posts in the PG range (meaning that maybe your 13-year-old should not read it... Just kidding!) - you know, something I could get away with tastefully in the town square without getting lynched, tarred-and-feathered, or hung (and something my mother would NOT wash my mouth out with soap for). As far as what age you have to be to understand some of the subtleties of my humor in writing and/or speaking, well... That may vary. A lot.
CLIMBING 4 THE REST OF US 