Rad Stuff

My motivation to climb had been waffling. Spent last week in Red Rock, where I figured I’d decide about whether I needed to take time off or keep at it.
We knocked of a handful of moderate classics and the last day I shared a belay ledge with Jorge Urioste. He humored my “what was it like back when.....” questions. He was so stoked at life. Climbing shirtless at 82 in Vegas.
Made me realize I want to climb more. And a lot harder. 
I know it’s a cheesey topic but anyone else have an epiphany lately?