Deja Vu
Repetition gets a bad name. Parrot fashion is a bad way to learn something. Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results is a form of madness. Going to the same place every weekend is unimaginative; don’t you want to try something new, go somewhere new, experience something fresh and original? Part of me does. But the other part of me is locked into an increasingly addictive and very enjoyable cycle; throwing myself up against something that feels too hard for me and the necessary improvement this demands. Once I’ve invested a certain amount of time, I feel like I’m in too deep and need to see it through. Weekends away are tempting, but the siren song keeps playing in my ears. Maybe this is the weekend, this is the one. Imagine how good it will feel to get it done, how satisfying it will be. You’ve put so much effort into this, don’t give up now. Finish the job. Back at the crag. Bolt to bolt, clips in. Its so fucking long, this route. Back on the ...