Overcoming Limitations: Adventures of a Petite Canyoneer

While lunch breaking at Barnes N Noble today and perusing the best sellers, a group of five 11-12-year-old girls stood beside me, picked up a pink glitter-spattered book with the word “f***” in the title and I overheard one say “This book has the F-word 12 times in the first 2 paragraphs” while the others peered on in awe and wonder at this cheeky hack at having access to a word they were forbidden to utter. While I smiled and took inward joy in this scene, one thing struck me as wild. They were ALL taller and bigger than me 😳. Standing at 4”11 and weighing in at a buck and some change, I am smaller than the average 12-year-old girl and always have been. The wildest part about that is for years it held me back. Not physically, but mentally. I’d tell myself this story that because I’m so small, I couldn’t ever do ____ insert anything outside. Because no one in my family had, I too could not. Because.. you get the picture. My cans all ended in T’s. It took years of work and putting myself on the fringes of my comfort zone in an effort to expand not vertically, but mentally, and I am happy to report there is now little I don’t already know I’m capable of. not because I believe so, but because I’ve ventured to TRY, putting my limiting beliefs, fears, and negative self-talk in the back seat to my dreams and ambitions to feel ALIVE and do ALL the things that excite me. I’m here to tell you If anything you’ve ever seen me do inspires you in even the slightest… I am smaller than the average 12-year-old, not athletically gifted in the least, 36, and just started most of this in the last 6 years. And if I can do anything, SO.CAN.YOU 👏 😉.