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Andy Kirkpatrick


02 December 2014

The mountains are calling and I can’t go…


I had quite a response a while back to my blog The Extraodinary Nobody, and so I thought it only fair to give Menna Pritchard some space on my blog so you can see that really, she’s got a voice worth listening too.

Car journeys provide great opportunities for conversations. And travelling all over the UK on a stay-cation this summer holiday provided plenty of opportunities for them (along with the usual arguments between restless kids who’d rather not be stuck in the back of a tiny car on a sunny day).

For one of the car rides, it just so happened that I had a “somebody” in the car with me. An individual who is well-known and well-loved… when he speaks people listen, they respond and they connect.

Over the years I’ve come to know a few people who are famous within their field and people care about what they have to say about things. It’s a privilege to be a part of that experience sometimes. Maybe I’m like Penny Lane in Almost Famous, when asked if she has any ‘normal’ friends, responds - “famous people are just more interesting!”.

But in my experience, this isn’t the case - in fact often it’s completely the opposite. More complex maybe, but rarely more interesting. But the trouble with not being a ‘somebody’ is that it often feels like no one cares much for your thoughts or opinions on things, you don’t have the platform or the audience. Some of my closest and dearest friends are quiet, humble, unique, wonderful, intelligent people who will never get the recognition they deserve. But neither do they need it or seek it.

Back in the car my somebody is busy trying to answer a never-ending stream of calls, emails and interviews whilst also trying to give his kids the “best summer ever”. No easy feat when your inbox demands as much attention as your offspring.

I ask about the questions he’s being asked while the kids are busy reading and drawing in the back.

“Here’s one…” he says, glancing up from his iPad for a second,

“Time, money, fear - are these the main reasons people don’t have adventures?”*

No, I say, they’re not the reasons, they’re the excuses.

Because aren’t they? I really believe that if you want something enough then you will find the time, scrape together the money, and overcome your fears… But it’s all about priorities. And I know because I’m completely guilty of it myself.

Ever since I became a mum, I have used it as an excuse. An excuse for not having the adventures my heart desires, an excuse for not having the figure I want, an excuse for missing a deadline, being broke, being tired… But the reality is that my daughter is not the reason for any of those things - I am.

There comes a time when we have to say to ourselves - stop making excuses. That if something means so much to us then it’s worth working towards, it’s worth fighting for - and dammit, it’s worth the struggle. And this is true of everything from having an adventure to relationships.

Because I don’t want life to be about the battles I never fought, the barriers I never overcame, the excuses I made.

It’s been a while since that conversation in the car, and I’m still working on where I place my priorities. But through the blur and struggle of what has been a traumatic couple of weeks I think I’m finally starting to get them in order…

I have a choice where I invest my energy, and it’s not into making excuses. It’s into fighting for things I truly believe in. It’s into making sh*t happen. It’s into showing kindness. Because at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter how many adventures I go on, or how many mountains I climb this year, how high they are, or how hard they are. It matters more that I act with integrity and compassion to the people in my life who are struggling up their own ‘mountains’.

When I get to the end of my life and I ask one final question… What have I done?

Let my answer be… I have done love.

Guest blog from the very talented Menna Pritchard (no relation to Paul!).

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