I went ice-climbing today and lead my hardest ice-climbing route to date. At one point I looked at the ice ledge right in front of me, the last clip below me, and the one screw left with a few more meters to go… I took a deep breath, climbed a few more steps, placed my ice screw and then flew up to the top. The thing about climbing is that once you are safely to the top, that middle section doesn’t seem quite so hard anymore. And the best thing? The view from the top and the sense of accomplishment. YES… it’s a good metaphor for life.