My toes grasp for a foothold and my forearms scream as I tighten my sweaty grip on the ledge above me. Slowly, my left toe slides down the wall, coming to a stop on a small knob. My left leg is bent and I lean as close to the wall as I can to relieve…
New year. Clean slate. Fresh opportunity. I love the new year because I am a habitual goal setter. Like everyone, I believe that this year will be different. This time I will get the six pack, I will launch that website, and I will finally learn Spanish (or French or both!). And like all people,…