How many of us like to sing in front of a crowd of people? Only a small percentage choose to do it. The rest of us would rather not. We’d rather not be judged, or humiliated. We’d rather not put ourselves out there, because we’d rather not give others a golden opportunity to think less of us. Starting any creative endeavor can feel like getting on stage in front of a crowd, singing your heart out, only to hear David Hasslehoff tell you he’s seen more talent in lumps of plastic. We look at others who have already started successful things, and wish we could be like them, that we could start something that a hundred thousand people clamor over.
The last week and a half have been a wild ride. What began as a normal day of canyoneering, nearly turned lethal. If descending the canyon had taken five more minutes, people would have died. I could have been responsible for the loss of three other’s lives, and potentially putting at risk a Search and Rescue team as well. The weight of that responsibility, even though everyone is safe, has been heavy on me.
Today I am humbled. Yesterday could have been the end of me, swept away in a flood of raging water. I underestimated nature, and its ability to turn from tranquil beauty to a freight train of violent energy that destroys without mercy.