5 years ago, I was depressed, fat, not climbing, not eating well, and not in
a good place in more ways than 1.



. boy how things have changed. I'm in the mountains regularly again, I'm
studying medicine, and I have a wonderful home with a wonderful man. I have
a good family and a few incredible people I am lucky to call friends. I have
an exceptional education, great health, and a former career I can be proud
to look back on.



Sometimes you have to be reminded of how bad things can be before you really
pursue the things you want, commit yourself to letting yourself be at peace,
and appreciate all the little things



. like having good pens for taking notes, snuggling up with matt and all the
little animals on the sofa, nailing my C&Js, having a good meal, inspiring
someone, enjoying coffee with a good friend, getting through school and
further along towards my medical career, breaking in new gear, raising a few
bucks for a worthwhile charity, or making it up one more mountain.



I am happy. I am at peace. I am imperfect. I can (and have) completely
embarrass myself, but I'm trying. I am lucky to have what I do. I still
struggle, but I'm persevering. The only regret I have is not trying harder,
forgiving sooner, stressing less, or giving more.



every day is a new opportunity to turn things around and make the days
count.