
The truth about 'The Plan':
When I was in college, I spent much of my time in West Virginia rock climbing. It was one of the best trainings I've had for creating 'a plan'.
As we'd approach the rock face, we'd gather 'round and assess the situation. First we'd take in the rock. Sometimes there was a silent awe. Sometimes we had a giddy excitement. We'd talk about why we wanted to climb
this rock, this day. Perhaps it was that the view would be awesome. Or maybe, it was for the sheer challenge of the climb. On lazier days, it was simply to enjoy the rock and keep it easy.
Each time, though, we had a goal in mind.
Then we'd plan our route. We'd try, as best we could, to figure out where we could get good hand holds and good footing. We'd talk about the areas where we might be challenged. And people who'd been there before would share their 'trials and tribulations'. There'd be a lot of talking, looking, considering...and then...off we'd go into the
land of the climb.
Once the
land of the climb was entered, all the planning in the world could not prepare us for what lay ahead. But without a plan, we would not have been psychologically prepared to make adjustments along the way.
I vividly remember, on one particularly challenging climb, clinging to the rock, unable to find my next handhold or my next footing. From down below I could hear my brother calling to me, "It's to your right. It's to your right". From his angle the sun created the illusion of a ledge. Where I was, there was nothing.
For a moment I got very scared. Although I was secured by a rope, the idea of trying to find my way down was more distressing than finishing my climb upwards. So, I took a breath. I tried to dim the noise of the 'helpful tips' and remember back to our discussions before I began. I steadied my hold with my feet and one arm, then slightly leaned back to see where I wanted to go and how I might get there. I breathed again. I called out, "I've got it", hoping that assurance would silence my overly eager brother. Ahh, it worked! Silence below.
I breathed again.
I looked up and looked where I wanted to go.
I relaxed and remembered...step by step, hold by hold.
I let my fear go and my body see the way.
As I started to climb again, I could feel my resolve return and my confidence grow.
Soon, I was moving with greater ease and a clearer focus.
When I got to the top and looked back down...that was a proud moment!
So many people forget to take the time at the beginning to assess where they want to go. The truth is, once you're on your way, the plan will change, guaranteed. But with a plan, you have the resources to make adjustments along the way.
As you start your plan, what's your 'rock' to climb?
Where do you want your climb to take you?
What are some of the 'handholds' you'll need along the way?
And then...get ready to enter the mystery about to unfold.