I like parties. During many years, I and other two friends gave a party for our birthdays called “Chupa que é de uva” (a very fun music, you should google it). But this year I wanted to do something different. So I decided to travel to a nearby mountain city and hike to get in touch with nature and revitalize a little. The drinks can wait for next week.
What I didn’t know is that I was getting myself into a real self-help therapy.
I bought a package to do a tour called Via Ferrata, at the National Parc of Mont Tremblant, near Montreal, in Canada. And because I am sassy I got the intermediate level. I didn’t read much about the attraction, in my mind would be a more fun hiking, with some climbing and obstacles.
Well, I had to climb 220 meters and I wasn’t expecting it to be so high and scary.
I am a little uncomfortable with height and quite clumsy. Therefore, in various moments I got stuck. I looked at the rock and thought: OMG. Where do I go, what do I do and, the worst, my parents will kill me if they know I’m putting myself into this and alone! Oh, yeah, it was a group activity but I wasn’t with friends.
But at any point, I thought about giving up. It was difficult for me, but I had to accomplish that. I needed help, of course, and the guide was so nice. But most of the time was about me getting a deep breath to decide which way to go.
And isn’t life like this? At a new job, at a new course, at a new relationship…
At the end, after 3 hours of climbing, I got to the final point. The view from 220 meters was amazing. But better than that was the sensation of mission accomplished, that I can much more than I imagine. And that limits are meant to be expanded.
Oh! After getting to the top, there was the hike down. And, because I couldn’t go through this without being clumsy, I tripped and almost twisted my ankle. I think it was a way of the universe say: you can do whatever you want, dear, but always stay humble!