I have a good job, which I enjoy
[most of the time]; although I am reasonably certain I have already had and
moved on from the best position that I will ever hold. That’s probably the last
thing I am going to say about work, because one thing this certainly isn’t is a
blog about work. I have a nice house, a wife that loves me [most of the time] a
daughter that adores me.....
And good friends and family, so
disrupting all of that must be a little mad, maybe a bit of a melt down and
probably is best described as a midlife crisis.
But let me explain a little and maybe you’ll understand where I am
coming from:
Firstly for one reason or another
2014 felt like one of the hardest years of my life; to escape from reality a
day dream turned in to an acorn of an idea which began to grow in my mind – “you
love mountains, why not go and live in them”.
The growth of the acorn was fed by many events: A rediscovery of my love
of rock climbing; like many good ideas a ‘pub’ conversation, this one with my
friend Steve about his first skiing holiday, and the surprised look on his face
when I said I had never skied, he said you should learn, you’d love it; Charlie,
another good friend, lent me a book The Happiness Project, by Gretchen Rubin, this
started me to think about why I was unhappy and what could I change to make me
happy [for anyone who knows the book, I’m now writing a blog, I have an empty
drawer in my house, I threw out lots of my clothes and I am making change
happen].
Secondly I have always flirted
with the outdoors, hills and mountains hoping that my advances would one day turn
into a fully fledged love affair. This began as a kid with scouts, Duke of Edinburgh’s
award and friends with a similar interest. Significantly when I was 16, I broke
my hand quite badly, following surgery I wanted a sport that would force me to
use it in order rehabilitate and to prove the doctors wrong. I chose rock climbing,
which lead to mountaineering. After a year or so my hand was more or less as
good as ever; however climbing kinda took a back seat when I went to Uni. Mostly
so I could concentrate on playing American Football [the reason for the broken
had, and my first true love in life] and partly because something had to give
way to make space for all that drinking.
However my love affair with
mountains persisted in the background during my time at uni; I chose as many ‘mountain’
related modules as a I could – Avalanche process’, Glaciology, Alpine
environments, Wilderness studies, to name a few, as well as spending six weeks
living on a glacier in Austria to conduct research for my dissertation. After
Uni life got in the way derailing my boyhood dreams of living in the mountains for
the next twelve years or so; things are now starting to get back on track.
Thirdly, for my birthday the year
before my daughter was born [2012], my wife kindly brought me some vouchers for
the local climbing centre; suggesting that I would need an escape once we had a
child. I took her at her word and threw myself headlong back in to climbing;
heading to the wall as often as I could spare, but that wasn’t quite enough. The
escape needed to be closer to home; ever one for solving problems I decide to
convert my garage in to a bouldering cave [Thanks Ben].
Then I realised I didn’t need to escape
my daughter, and my at times grumpy wife, by disappearing in to my cave. I actually needed to escape my life
as it had become.
So what am I actually doing, I’m
escaping from my old “normal” life, I’m making change happen and I’m spending
some time with my family rather than escaping from them, all whilst having the holiday of a life time. Does
that sound like a meltdown, a midlife crisis?
Who knows where my mountain adventure
will end, but hopefully I’ll find a little happiness along the way. And you will enjoy accompanying me.

Sounds good, enjoy your mid-life crisis! Much more imaginative than buying a sports car and having an affair... We miss you though! Jules
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