Just call me grace.

Yep, that's me, trying not to fall down a steep, muddy sloap in England. I'm the one with the walking stick and the sideways stance and the not-so-sure look on my face, which thankfully, you can't see in this picture. We were on the hike down from Rosberry Topping in North Yorkshire and I was a baby and I wore the wrong shoes and well, I might have cried a few times. But, I survived. And, had I not made the climb up, I wouldn't have seen the majestic view of most of northern England, straight to the sea. I wouldn't have seen the farmland and the villages and the how green the grass was everywhere, even in January. I would have missed all of it because I was unsure of myself. And no matter how badly I didn't want to make the climb down the wet rocks, I did it. It was, for one, New Years day and what better a way to spend it than conquering a fear? I learned a lot on the climb - about myself and my fears and my ability to not roll my ankle no matter how easily I think it may happen. I think that maybe that morning was the first step in me challenging myself for the year. I stepped right on out of my comfort zone and, I keep stepping. I only hope that the view from the top is always worth the climb back down.