Get There
In another life, I used to do a
bit of rock climbing, usually at the local climbing gym (Class 5 in San Rafael,
at the time). My husband, who was then my boyfriend, got me into it, and
nothing short of new love could have kept me going. When I started out, I
gripped the holds too hard. I didn’t have the right callouses, and my palms
burned. My forearms shook. My fingernails were too long and scraped against the
synthetic wall. I didn’t entirely trust the knots my husband carefully taught
me.
While I trembled, determined but
terrified, on my dinky little 5.5 route with the giant holds, the more
experienced climbers would be zooming along past me, taking (what seemed at the
time) wild risks, grabbing crimpy holds not even as wide as their finger pads. Climbing
beneath overhangs. Bracing against the corner wall with their other foot to
reach an impossibly high hold.
Every time I’d start a tough
route, my husband and our climbing buddy, Lauren, would say, “Get there.” It sounded
like they had complete faith that I could do the climb.
I was terrified but determined—and
inspired. I kept going back to the gym. Using my precious tips and wages from
waiting tables, I signed up for a membership. I bought my own harness and
climbing shoes. I got into bouldering and bought special shoes for that—the
kind you have to painfully squeeze your toes into. I bought a chalk bag—not
because I liked using the chalk so much, but I thought the bag was cute. I kept
practicing, and I got better—although I’d still feel as if chalk dust from the
more experienced climbers was sprinkling onto my face.
Over the past few years, writing
has been like climbing. Terrifying. Inspirational. Challenging. Fun. Sometimes
I stick a tough revision move and feel a rush of triumph. Or I finally put a project
in the drawer and experience that whoosh of failure through my gut. Sometimes I
can’t help but look around at all the more talented writers doing their more
talented things.
But do you know what I hear them
saying, every time I stop to listen?
“Get there.”
Getting There, roughly 12 years ago |
12 comments
Awesome, Beth. I love this post! It is all like a climb, sometimes. Again, photos going on bulletin board with words, Get There. Thank you!
Total inspiration this morning, Beth! Thank you.
I so needed to read these words today, Beth!
I have complete faith in you, Beth :). Any time you need a belayer, you know where to find me.
Maybe I'll have to put the occasional gopher illustration on Twitter! I'll be sure to tag you if I do. :)
I totally believe you can Get There, Katy!
Thanks, Donna. I really needed to write them, and remember the encouragement I get from the Muses and other writer pals, as well!
On belay?
Baby, the belay is ON. :)
Yes, please do!!
Yes
You will! You will get there, Beth. You've got sticking power - like Spiderman-strength sticking power! Hugs and good fortune to you.
So agree...
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