Anxiety begets anxiety.
Today, I stood in front of a towering gray mountain with colored specks. A friend told me to try. But my own fear nearly overcame me. I wanted to say no, I’ll just watch, but instead I was encouraged to move ahead and found myself climbing it.
So I climbed. One rock at a time. And somehow despite a fear of falling, I climbed up 10 feet without hesitation. Even looking down wasn’t that bad as I heard calls of good job and then it was ok.
And somehow the fear that nearly crippled me initially, almost making me wanting to just walk out…was replaced my exhaustion from climbing.
What I thought was anxiety were only ropes on my hands that needed untying.