rainy day = rest day

It's rainy here.
Climbing is on hold.
There is a climb I want to do.
I am one move away from sending it.
I am bummed that it is raining.
But I can't complain.
It is beautiful here.
Rest days make me strong.

but

I have an obsession.
A piece of rock that has taken over my thoughts.
It has totally consumed my mind.

One move away from the pride.
One move away from the extreme happiness.
...From the feeling of accomplishment. The pure giddiness. The HIGH.
This is the reason I climb.

I look up at the large windows in the front of the cafe. The dense clouds cover the mountains like a blanket.
The raindrops fall from the sky.
Will it go away?
Will I be able to touch that magical rock again?
Will it be another year before I can connect with this beautiful line?

I rehearse the moves over and over in my head.
My hands are sweating.
My mind is racing.
My body craves those particular moves.
On that particular rock.
It's an obsession I can not deny.

I snap into reality.
It's beautiful here.
Rain or shine.
Climbing or not.
I am HERE... exisiting in this moment.
and it is magnificent.
I wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

And even though I can't climb right now,
I am thankful.
I am thankful for being alive.
I am thankful for tim.
I am thankful for my family and friends.
I am thankful for the mountains and the trees.
I am here in this beautiful world and i EXIST!