“Please don’t let me fall. Please don’t let me fall. Please don’t let me fall….”
These are the words that go through my mind whenever I go rock climbing. Yes, I’m secured to a rope. Yes, I have a trustworthy belay partner who would catch me in his arms if he had to. Yes, I’ve done this. Yes, I can do this….Yet, when I’m clinging to the side of a cliff; muscles shaking, fingers aching, and tiny footholds holding the weight of my body, all I can think is…
“Dear God, Please. Don’t let me fall.’
Time after time, climb after climb, this mantra played in my head, until one day, I fell.
And guess what?
It was the very best thing that could have happened to me.
You know why?
Because then I could stop worrying (so much) about falling and focus on the climb.
Now here’s the lesson in this story:
You’re going to fall.
You’re going to fail.
You’re going to have to start all over…
Probably again and again and again.
And I think it’s important for you to know that falling, failing, and starting over is okay.
It’s better than okay.
It’s part of growth and expansion and witnessing the miracle of you expanding into YOU.
It’s about glorious evolution: Rise. Fall. Rise again. Bigger, Better, Stronger, Faster….
And here’s another scenario that’s happened to me, too many times to count:
I tune in. I do the work. I trust my heart. I trust my gut. I listen to my intuition like it’s my job. I meditate like a monk, pray like a priest, and do updogs and downdogs like my life depends on it. I step up; show up; and take action….I’m brave, goddamnit….
And you know what happens?
Sometimes, in spite of all my honest efforts, I still fall.
Do I like it?
Do I recover?
Do I try again?
Do I learn something?
I learn about listening. I learn about trying. I learn about falling gracefully. I learn about desire vs. want vs. need….but mostly, what I learn is that what I think I want is not always in line with what this life wants for me.
Because no matter how in touch you are; how in tune you are; or how anchored you are to the truth of who you are…sometimes you just don’t know what life has planned for you.
And sometimes you’re not meant to know.
Maybe you were meant to fall.
Maybe you were meant to fail.
Maybe you were meant start all over again and again and again…
You know why?
Because it makes you stronger.
It makes you wiser.
It carves out your courage like a motherf*cker.
It makes you more compassionate; understanding, and honest with yourself and others.
It helps you recognize what you are capable of; really capable of.
And it helps you remember that you don’t have to run the show, because you are being held and supported in the most loving way….
Every time you fall; you will be caught.
Every time you fail; you’ll be redeemed.
Every time you start over, the new beginning will be sweeter than anything you could have ever imagined at the onset.
So the next time you’re out climbing on the proverbial path of life; remember:
Sometimes you are meant to fall.
If only, to remind you,
you’ve been held all along.