My hands are full.

   So the temps are starting to drop. Its time to start working the lines that have been bouncing around in my imagination all summer. I went out for a quick night session with my friend Micheal last nite and I was amazed by how good the friction was. I didn't send anything new, nor did I expect to but I felt strong. I'm not in prime condition yet but that's ok. Time heals all weaknesses right? It's so hard to find time for all my projects. Some are boulder problems that require pure power, then there are the bold gear lines that require finesse and mental fortitude and lastly there are the sport lines that require endurance and power. Its really hard to work all of those specific needs at the same time. I refuse to walk away from one discipline to work another. I'm just not one of those people, you know the ones that identify with one style and one style only ( usually because they suck at the others). I'm way to hyperactive to stick with one thing. I have to be able to jump between projects. When one stifles me I can move onto another that requires a totally different skill set. This allows me step back from the situation and come back with a fresh mentality and new ideas.
   My biggest obstacle now is finding a partner that's psyched on the same things that I am. I can boulder alone if I have to but for up-climbs a partner is pretty crucial. I refuse to rope-solo. Dumb! I find that its very important to have a partner that is as invested in a project as you are, otherwise the energy fades. I'm super psyched to try some hard lines this Sunday with my friend Camden. I've been waiting for cool weather to make an on-sight attempt, so now I have no excuse. I'm really excited to see where my head game is at right now. The mental aspect of climbing is so hard to judge until you are mid crux and pumped/scared. Only then do you realize whether or not you on your game. Oh well. Guess I will find out Sunday!

I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8....

   So I'm here. I was somewhere else and now I am here. I think my whole life has been like that. The chapters of my life rarely fade into the next, rather they end abruptly and start a new. A few months ago my life exploded and all the pieces were up in the air. I had no idea where I was going next or why. By pure chance ( if you believe in such things) most of the pieces finally landed in Brevard, NC. This is not a new place to me. I've spent most of my life coming up here for the weekend to mountain bike with my Dad and later to climb.But now I live here! I wake up every morning surrounded by the mountains that raised and shaped me. It still hasn't really sunk in yet. The quiet, quaint pace of this small little town is refreshing. The simple, natural beauty is breath-taking and a saving grace at times. The people are friendly and share a love for their home like I've never seen before, maybe because I've never lived anywhere this amazing.

   I landed a great job at Looking Glass Outfitters working for the best boss one could ask for. I've made a few friends in my short time here and I look forward to meeting more of the awesome people that call this place home. I'm finally in a position to focus on my climbing like never before in my life and intend to find my limit then push past it. I can be in the forest in minutes and be lost in movement before I know it.
   A lot of emotional pain followed me here but that's alright. You can use any force to drive you to greater personal levels, pain has always worked well for me in the past. If I were anywhere else, the drama of the past few months may have gotten the best me. When I'm alone in the boulder-field, sitting amongst the ferns or hanging off the side of a mountain and a breeze rolls through I'm brought back to my proper self. The air fills my lungs and I am reminded of why I landed here. I wanted a simple life that is filled with beauty, balance and passion. I have all of that here, it is just up to me to get the most out of myself. I'm so excited to see what Autumn has in store for me.