Today I went rock climbing, on a rock climbing wall with an automatic belay, which means there’s not a human holding the rope to bring you down.
So you are just supposed to let go.
Letting go, I decided, is the scariest part.
And it’s so true, isn’t it?
Challenge I can do. Climbing to the top. Pushing my limits. Enduring even when my muscles ache and my hands threaten to lose their grip. Reaching the goal, all that I can do. Just try and stop me.
But letting go? That part is entirely different. Physically, that should be the easiest part.
Mentally, it’s far from easy. What if I fall? What if the auto-belay fails? What if I FALL?!? Yes I know I said that already. This is my brain on letting go.
In the end after pausing for what felt like an eternity at the top (its was probably 10 seconds max), I let go with one hand, then the other, and glided down to the ground.
High fives were given for making it to the top, but for me the biggest overcoming was in the moment I let go.
Breaking Moulds 
Yes letting go is the hardest part even more than trying something new