Loving the Climb

When I tell myself I am going to start blogging about my life, I immediately start belittling myself and my experiences as “not important.” I am not the most fit individual, I am not a genius at coding software, and I am not Scrooge McDuck swimming in my vault of gold coins. Why should anyone read my articles or follow me on any of the social media platforms?

To answer my own question, I have a long winded circular way, and in the end I’ll say, “you should not follow me.” As such, I will be following myself and this is the purpose for my blog. I am a big believer in the power of self-reflection. A lot of all that I do, in terms of making posts or writing articles, is always to help myself improve. Perhaps it is my mid-life crisis, but I am very interested in improving myself. This blog is simply my exercise.

Am I flawed? Yes. Simple answer to a simple question. I am terrible at getting sucked into a SCROLL within any of the social apps. I love Netflix. I love over-eating. I have always battled addictions and it took a long time to overcome those obstacles, too. I overcame them, and I discuss “how” in my posts and articles, and “overcame” is not quite true — it’s more I don’t indulge anymore, but the struggle is there.

The struggle, or climb, is the process of self improvement for me. When I started my passion for becoming better at everything, I focused on what I wished my outcome to be, but everyday I wake up motivated not for where I am going to end up, but where I am at the moment. It has been a game changer. I love the climb.

If you are looking for someone who is already at the top of the mountain, yelling directions at you about where to place your feet and hands, then I am not your guy, but if you wish for a friend climbing beside you on the same mountain side, a friend cheering you on about how wonderful is this climb is… then I am you guy.