Letting go is absolutely not my strength.
But last week I made the most extreme experience about it:
My first mountain climbing!
I went to the mountain with somebody I know since more than 10 years, but not really well.
Our journey began with the security training.
And then I had to secure him!
No experience, never done it before, but he observed me and trusted... trusted that I would be able to save his life in the emergency case.
I was very concentrated, very focused, and overwhelmed from this belief in my abilities.
I held him securely.
In the next step it was my turn to climb.
I loved the feeling to train just with the technique and strength of your own body... I climbed higher and higher.
Finally my partner wanted to lower me down.
He said: „Just sit in the rope and take your hands off the wall“.
Sit in the rope???
Take my hands off the wall???
Around 20 m above ground??
Just release?
And trust?
Me?
The control freak?
Lay my life in the hands of somebody else?
Somebody I did not even know well?
This was the most extreme moment for me!
Sure I knew I had to overcome this because I had to go down. But it was really really tough...
Finally I trusted.
And let go.
On the rope of some very mature and very experienced.
Nothing happened to me.
I was safe.
