A couple years ago I remember having a bad day, but thinking, “Sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can get back up.” It was something my mom used to say, and for whatever reason that saying came to mind on that particular day.
I pictured what a literal rock bottom might look like. A canyon. Darkness. Light above. A cold, hard ground. That’s when I decided that I wanted to write a story about a canyon and having to hit rock bottom. I called my story the Canyon of Life, and I would post a rough draft of each chapter on a blog. I wrote about how life was a canyon, and how we strive to climb to the top. It was a great idea until I realized that I don’t know a thing about rock climbing.
I went to a rock wall once in high school and I loved it. I wanted to climb more, but it didn’t work out.
That is, not until I got to college.
My school has a rock wall with great people there to help me learn. A few weeks ago I joined the rock climbing club called B-ROC. Since then I’ve only been to the wall once, but I’m so excited to go back. At first I was scared to join the club because I have next to no experience climbing, and I’m not very strong. However, I realized that there are people of all experience levels in the club, and that it’s okay to be a beginner.
I don’t know if I’ll get around to finishing that rock climbing story or not. I’m just glad that I discovered something new that I enjoy.