25/5/2026. 2 min read
Tonight, I am exceptionally happy. Not because I have struck lottery,
Not because I have completed my ‘To do List’,
Not because another vacation is on the horizon.
Just a simple happening.
I did my monkey bars successfully
Where I could swing from one bar to another skipping one in between and arrived at the end of it.
Having been away for two trips, I was out of practice for almost 3 weeks.
When I came back, I went straight for the monkey bars at the fitness corner but felt stumped.
By uncertainty
By doubt
By fear
For many nights,I went back to the monkey bars and stood on the threshold and managed only the single bars in succession. Not the full swing where I could skip bars.
I was dejected that I have lost the pizazz, the momentum and courage that have imbued me over the last two years’ practice.
Tonight I have decided to be different. There were no excuses. It was not rainy, the grounds were not slippery and the monkey bars beckoned.
I stood on the foothold, told myself that I must and could regain my love for this challenge. It’s about self belief. It’s about grit. It’s about dare.
I went forward to grab one bar then swing forward to grab the third one with my other hand and so on. I reached the end. Back to the Old times!
I was elated to reinstate my familiarity with the monkey bars again! Happier than any exclusive gift for this was a present I gave myself.
I got off and went back to the horizontal bars and did three more times. Yes, I see myself doing this even as I head into my seventies.
Exhilaration burst forth, I have overcome. Flying forward weightless, with intense focus and flushed by an adrenaline rush .
Empowerment was the result.
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