Like a lot in life, we often see the end results of success instead of the struggle.
When my daughter and I came across this piece of rock on a beach in Florida, I wanted to do a handstand on it.
The first several tries resulted in a bunch of pictures with one foot or nothing. A couple of things were happening:
The rock sloped downhill. I was afraid I would fall forward or backward into more jagged rock.
I had just started doing handstands a few months ago– more than 30 years after I did my last one. I didn’t trust my ability to do it.
So my daughter suggested trying the handstands uphill instead.
It worked. After a few practices, I had the confidence to try it downhill and that’s the picture you see here.