Classics: When I Climbed a Mountain

As a commemoration to the rebirth of TFC, I wanted to draw from previous content published here. This first one is from around the time I dreamed of The Flying Cashew, as I looked on top  the mountain.



Last year for Labor Day, several friends and I decided to go camping in Oklahoma. During our trip, we went hiking through the hills and one of my friends  had his eye on the shortest of a ridge. Seeing no real way to trek up there, 7 out of the 12 of us decided to stay behind under some shade. Even though I continued, I had my doubts. We brought at least 2 cases of water but none of us were real experienced hikers.I have to say, I have no regrets spending the next 2 hours of my life climbing up and down that small mountain.

I was out of shape, am incredibly short, and in my young adulthood, I have been less of a risk taker that I care to admit. But that experience of the wind rushing past me, of yelling out to the other mountains and it echo back at you… all the different rock formations and the absolutely break taking view, nothing can ever replace that experience.But to get to the top, it really became a state of mind. Because I was out of shape and it was incredibly hot, I wanted to quit several times on the way up… stepping over crevices however small, make me absolutely nervous. There were also seemingly impossible spots to get over but with each other’s support, we made it through. All those risks, the pain I felt the next day and days after… all of those risks and pains was worth that view and that feeling of making it to the top.

Lessons learned from the mountain

Take it one step at a time.

It is good to see the whole picture of that mountain but use it as a reference of where to take the next step and move forward. That was one way I dealt with the overwhelming sensation that we were climbing a mountain and the drop was very incredibly high up.

If it becomes too unbearable, reach out to others

There were parts when I was in a lot of pain and especially the crevices in which my fiance and my friend had to talk me through. Their support and my trust in them immediately vanquish any anxiety over the jumps.

Believe in your ability to succeed

There were points in which I was like, “Why the hell did I decide to climb up this stupid mountain? There’s no way I can get up to the top being out of shape, am too short, scared, etc…’ Even though I had pep talks from others, it really was essentially up to the belief in myself that I managed to get to the top.

Be focus on your current task

When you start thinking too much about things outside of your control, your not focusing on that next step to get to the top. This is so important ‘cause the thinking can also lead to doubts.  I also made sure not to dwell on it more than I needed to. The more you think about your fears, the greater they seem to become.

Keep your end goal in mind

Knowing that I was going to get to the top, drove me forward and re-energized me even though I was dead tired 3 hours before the epic climb.
After that weekend, I wrote about my experiences in Google Docs trying to capture the emotions and endurance I had during that time. So when I found out this little document, my younger self inspired me to keep chugging along, even if it’s not as fast as I would want it.I believe that every person should have a mountain climbing experience or something similar to it. It can become your metaphor for the hardships that you have endured and will endure in your life and a reminder that everything has an end goal.