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Dingus

It's hard to say or put in words what it was... a moment of pure joy...a capture of moment's in one's life that makes living beautiful.

I think the combination of Leanie Meanie, the people, & the camadrieship recreated that spark, that capture.

Sorry, that sounds really fruity...but it is the closest thing I can describe in words.

I did indeed have different partners from the weekend before, though I have climbed with them in the past.

The weather from both weekends were different, one was warm and dry the other wonderfully cool yet moist, both beautiful.

The routes from both weekends were indeed different from each other, yet stellar.
-The weekend before we climbed a few stellar moderates (Pineline, Lena's Lieback,etc)
-Last weekend we climbed some stellar climbs (Leanie Meanie, Midterm, Lunatic Fringe,etc)

Though that should not make a difference.

It is hard to say what it was particularly, but definitely felt the spark.

I will have to ponder on this. thanks!

Sierra Ledge Rat wrote:You know, sometimes you just lose the motivation.

Sometimes it's temporary. Sometimes it's permanent.

I used to get kinda upset when I lost the motivation, wondered what was wrong. It's happened to me so many times in so many sports that I just don't worry about it anymore. Sometimes you need to spend the weekend painting the house instead tying into the sharp end of the rope.

It's part of life, use the free time to do something else for a change. When's the last time you paid attention to the color of your girlfriend's eyes? If you really love the sport, the desire will return.

About 5 years ago I lost the motivation to run whitewater rivers in my kayak. That motivation never returned. I still play in holes and surf, but it's all park-n-play and I'm 110% satisfied with that.

I agree, one "moves on". That doesn´t have to be a quality judgement though in the sense of progression or regression. Sometimes there´s no room for it - but that can change too, it did for me.