Last summer, Molly took one look at the really high scary climbing wall and said, “No thanks!”
This year, she was up for it. She made it about halfway up before giving up, but when her spunky little friend Pilar made it to the top, she got back in line and climbed even higher the second time.
She weighs barely 50 pounds, but she’s a determined soul, my Molly.
I can see why the climbing wall is such a rich metaphor.
If you look too far ahead, it seems overwhelming and impossible… if you look back at how far you came, you get dizzy and start to think about how far it is to the ground.
So you have to just focus on that one next grip, one step at a time, always reaching just a little higher than where you’re standing now…