Finding My Footing

You know how there are times in life when you look around and wonder what you were thinking when you decided to do this thing, or that thing, or pursue this XYZ life path? Yeah. I’ve had a few of those lately. The kind where I look around going, really? I chose this? Why again?

But honestly, I know. I always know. Just. Sometimes, I lose my grip and have to find my footings again, that’s all.

The other day, my husband and I were hiking in Arches National Park, near Moab, UT. We’re not into doing stupid things that would risk both of our lives (cuz, we still have kids to raise) but we do like adventure, and we’re both pretty brave when it comes to trying new things. Not that hiking is new to us. But some places are scarier than others—as in steep. I’m not afraid of heights, and neither is he. But try scaling a cliff with a 200 foot drop, and it can be a little nerve wracking to the bravest of people.

As you may (or may not) know, the sights and natural wonders which are generally most desirable, most amazing, most breathtaking, are also the most difficult to get to. And sometimes a little on the dangerous side. (Especially when you climb them in canvas Rocket Dog shoes with smooth tread.)

But as we only had one day to hike, I knew I only had one chance to see the best sights. And I was determined to do it. This is what I climbed.

 Here is one of the drop-offs.

My reward.

What I learned: Determination is enough as long as you are careful to find the right footing. And even if it’s hard, the determined always make it to the top.