Its amazing what brings it all home. I just opened the door and the day is cool and fresh. I thought of all the days like this that I have gone climbing with good friends and I got really sad. So many good memories that I would not do away with for anything, but they really bring it crashing home. I will almost certainly never go on one of those trips again. And I used to love them so much. It is sad, that is for sure.
I could go on one again I guess. But it would not be the same. I couldn’t climb, I would get uncomfortable quickly, it would just make me realise even more painfully what I have been reduced to. People say, “you can still go”, but I really can’t. It would just make me feel worse and exhaust me. The sad truth of it is that that part of my life is almost certainly over.
It is a pity that my first post in a while is so negative. I have actually had some good moments recently. But I guess sadness compels me to write so here it is.