When
I first started adventuring, I was sure that if I ever told anyone
about the mistakes I made—forgetting to bring water on long hikes,
starting up alpine summits too late, refusing to turn back in bad
weather, almost getting hit by rockfall—my adventure partners would
think me incompetent and never want to do anything with me ever again.
So, for years, I kept all my mistakes secret.
Apparently,
so did everyone around me. It was a vicious cycle: Because I never
heard about other people messing up, I was certain that I was the only
one capable of failure. That made me even more embarrassed and
secretive. It was isolating, and it fed my insecurities.
But
on this morning, perched high above Boulder, trading stories with these
two women, I finally understood that no adventurer is 100 percent
competent all of the time. I also realized that in keeping my mistakes
to myself, I’d failed to fully absorb their lessons. After all, it’s
hard to learn from things you don’t let yourself think about.
In
this ad hoc group debrief, we were able to talk through all the factors
that had contributed to my friend’s slip: her lotion-greased hands, the
hot weather, our reckless speed, and our failure to pause and
recalibrate when we entered a no-fall zone. This was a kind of debrief
I’d never had. Instead of justifying her fall as a random freak
accident—or reassuring herself that it was skill and not dumb luck that
had saved her—my friend listed her mistakes one at a time. Then, she
learned from them. In sharing that process with us, she likely saved not
just her own life going forward, but ours, too.
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