I’ll start with a story. I think this is a fantastic metaphor or allegory for where GoPC is right now! We sit around within our comfort zones until we eventually decide go out to take on a new challenge. The universe then takes over and sets you on a trajectory that you can’t get off. The stakes grow higher as you move forward, but you have no other choices other than to move forward. Persistence, often a result of no other choices, ensures that you work it out in the end and reach the goal. Then once on the other side, you wonder what all the fuss as about and find that everything you thought was collapsing all around you is actually alright.
So here it is: an event that happened to me recently. I went to go hiking in Berkley. Berkley is a city on the other side of the bay from San Francisco. It’s about 45 minutes drive across one of the long bridges from San Francisco. I couldn’t find the group meet up to decided to set out by myself. I was safe and in the middle of a beautiful leafy hilly suburb on warm blue sunny day. I found what looked like a path between some houses and set out. I started on what was a rough bushy hillside and soon became a more and more steep and sparsely vegetated slope as I got higher. I thought the people I was chasing were ahead so I kept going. Then the vegetation ran out. It became quite dangerous and I realised he others couldn’t possibly have come this route. But I was determined to go on! I looked down. My God! How high I was. I realised that this had suddenly become quite dangerous. One slip of my foot and I would be on a very rough slippery slide down. I assessed it and realized that it was more difficult and dangerous now to try and go back down than it was to keep climbing to the top. I could only go higher. If I slipped, which was too easy, I would slide down several hundred feet. But the higher I climbed the longer would be my fall. I had no choice but to keep going up, but very very carefully. At one stage I found a small plant to give me a tug which helped. Then a bare rock gave me a foot hold. I was climbing Everest! One foot after the other. Scaling on 3 limbs while the 4th searched for another anchor. How had I ended up in this predicament! I had to be careful. I had to go higher.
Eventually I reached some grasses and the ground levelled out a little more. I could stand and turned around. I saw the most spectacular view of the bay imaginable With San Fran on the horizon, the GG Bridge, the islands in the bay and all the surrounds, it was spectacular. I reached for my phone/camera to take a picture and discovered it was missing. I must have left it on the hill side! Now I had to go down again to get it. My phone is the most essential piece of equipment I have here. But it was far too dangerous to go down. After debating the odds I sadly realized I had already sacrificed my mobile phone to the hillside and it would lay there beating until its batteries eventually ran out.
I turned and continued my climb further, now able to grab long strands of thick grasses. It was hot, still, and that was when my minded turned to snakes as I recalled the agonizing tale I had listened to on the radio last weekend of how a mans life had been changed after being bitten by a rattle snake. Damn! Damn! Damn! I had no choice. I had to go on - thrashing wildly and listening intently after each step.
It seemed I could only go forward but as I did, on each step the stakes were growing higher. I noticed this was becoming a metaphor for my life at the moment and there was no alternative but to go forward and conquer it.
It was then that the physical danger was over shadowed by a more foreboding, serious, personal obstacle - a challenge to my own personal values. As I reached the top I encountered a wall blocking my path with fences reaching down the mountain on either side of me. Behind the wall up ahead of me was someone’s home, a mansion, and I was in the backyard. I was so embarrassed! I looked at going over the fence going down the left side of the hill but that was impossible, with extremely thick, jungle like foliage. And over the other fence going down to the right was bare slippery sand on rock, far worse than I had climbed. I considered going back down the hill again but admitted that I couldn’t do that. I was stuck battling against my own conscience. I just couldn’t climb into these people’s backyard! After pacing back and forth for 20 minutes considering the alternatives I overcome my fear of upsetting the occupants and climbed the fence. Oakland, which isn’t far from here, has a reputation for shootings all the time and I just hoped this wasn’t one of the drug lord homes. I tried to look as innocent as possible, sneaking past the side windows in the backyard of this house until I found the side path and climbed the staircase to the front gate, opened it, slipped through to the outside road and closed it gently behind me.
What was all the fuss about? Suddenly I was standing in the most tranquil suburb, overlooking the magnificent harbor bay, on a still, hot, blue sky day. When I made it back to my car about 45 minutes later my mobile phone/camera was sitting, smiling at me, on the front seat. I wasn’t in the mood for talking. I turned it off and then drove home.
It’s a magical time for me right now. Everything seems to be coming together and I’m feeling extremely confident about moving forward. For me its one of those moments, “the early stages,” where building an idea is the most fun. What we’re creating is something which is really good and going to help a lot of people.
Graeme