It is easy to fall into habit. Beneficial or not, beware
stagnation.
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| Last light across the Wolf. Photo: Julia Wakeling |
Routine is comfortable. Those that we effortlessly slip into,
generally offer little more that predictably. Half-hourly Facebook checking, scoffing
the same breakfast, frequenting the regular bar, one milk, no sugar - it
becomes ingrained, entrenched. Conversely, routines that offer a more positive
impact, tend to be take more commitment. The pre-work workout, after dinner online
courses, lunchtime yoga, Sunday meditation. These may be regular, but require input:
they are not factory settings.
The alcoholic and the gym junkie are on distant health-sides
of repetitive behaviour, but both spend a lot of time doing the same thing.
Over and over.
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| Julia making the first pass of The Axe on Undertow. Photo: Marian Penso. |
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| Breaking routine on Undertow. Photo: Marian Penso |
A particular routine
of mine has been regular seasonal trips to Tafelberg. A reliable formula with enjoyable
and enriching outcomes. These new route forays, often in the company of Dr
Steyn, have been enormously satisfying and productive, albeit reasonably predictable.
They require dedication and energy, but have developed an air of familiarity. “Yes,
we went up there, again.” While I
view these numerous trips as a chapter of a life well spent, the opportunity to
really explore can be stifled by recurrence, regardless of it’s inherit
benefits.
To shake a habit can involve an introspective based
decision, or an external factor. Like water. Despite our preferences,
predilections and tendencies, sometimes we must succumb to essentials, such as liquid
ice.
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| Looking down from below the crux of The Hippo and the Zebra |
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| No avoiding the void on The Hippo and the Zebra. Photo: Tommy Bairstow |
Yip, that wet substance, or lack thereof, can rattle even
the most buried of tendencies. And so it came to pass that the summer of
2015/16 saw extensive time at the mountain of the Wolf rather than that of the
Table. Be it El Nino, drought, climate change or just f*cking dry; the drip at Tafelberg
was not doing what its name suggests. We could have carried water up, but that
would have involved dripping sweat, which is exactly not the type of dripping
we were after. Call it smart, or lazy, but I opted for something less camel
like. The regular programme was replaced. I went to Wolfberg for the first time
in years. And it was rad!
Familiarity is comforting. The mannerisms of your mates, the
smell of your garden and music from your own collection. Yet it is not exciting
in the way the unfamiliar is. New faces, aromas and sounds stimulate another
part of the brain. At Tafelberg I know almost every ledge, corner and blank cul
de sac. Not so for Wolfberg, and I spent an entire day soloing easy routes to
gain a basic understanding of the place. I also got climb with Tommy
(pronounced Tah-Me), a Yosemite local that I had not shared a rope with before. His middle name is also Hardman. It's not every day you get to pair up with a bona fide hardman of climbing! So, there was certainly new, but there was also old.
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| Pioneering through the roof on The Last Hardman. Photo: Julia Wakeling. |
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| Tommy on unfamiliar terrain. |
Like Officer McClane, old habits die hard. The surrounds and
people were different but the desire for virgin rock was as strong as ever.
Aristotle postulated that nature abhors a vaccum, and similarly, I naturally
want to fill empty spaces.
I made the strange
less so, I looked for the unknown in the less known. I fell back into a role. I
went elsewhere just to act the same. It was a Russian doll of routine. This
first layer was removed by changing location, the second by new adventure partners,
but after that the pioneering doll remained.
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| Marion enjoying some After Action Satisfaction |
As my battered Thailand T-shirt says: “Same same, but
different”. Yet even a subtle difference is important. It invigorates and
stirs. It makes routine less routine.
I completely advocate jumping out of your comfort zone.
Doing wild, crazy and completely new things. This is how we discover new
passions. This is a way to grow. However,
we can’t do this all the time, and within those parts of our lives that we already
identify with, there seems to be a lesson.
Avoiding stagnation is not necessarily about changing everything,
but changing enough to feel the difference.
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| Thumbs up! |
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| Most importantly - be silly, have fun. Photo: Julia Wakeling. |
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| Lesser know sport of rock surfing. Photo: Julia Wakeling. |
