each one of my friends knows how much i love wall climbing. one thing in particular that drew me to that sport was affirmation. another is the sense of accomplishment. but somewhere along the way, i got lost in the training and it just left me exhausted. i’m no longer the person who came home from class bursting with excitement about how i conquered this or that. lack of food or sleep was never a hindrance to my climbing in the past. the difference between then and now is that my will no longer drives me. perhaps when i finally tire of wishing i were invisible, i will not hold myself back from loving what i do.