Today is a day that I used to dread and for many years i felt I relived a day over and over again. Today is the day I fell off the mountain and all of the lead up to it followed by one night that seemed to go on forever.
Twelve years on and thankfully rather than being an emotional wreck and feeling I could go into tears at any point. I am content and although I still feel this week is an odd week during the whole year, I look at it as a holding point to check where I am, what I am doing, what and where I wish to be and am I on the right track to get there.
This year has been a roller coaster and even though my head did go to mush yesterday afternoon, I didn't let myself sink into a hole as so often I have before. Instead I openly spoke about what I was thinking, which for me is a huge step forward.
Today I found myself looking back upon a year that I published my book on my adventure, got myself to a world championship and made a massive step forward in becoming comfortable with my experience on a mountain. Although I decided too much reflection for me is a bad thing so I kept busy with some digging, chopping and cutting down trees with an axe.
With a bit of a sigh followed by a small smile and a feeling of contented ness. My mountain experience is something to be rembered and not forgotten but it needs to be remembered for what it gave me. That is a drive to achieve and be the best I can be and an appreciation of life like no other.