My fingers were oily and slippery, my knees a bit shaky. I’ve never feared heights but that didn’t mean I was completely tension-free. I stood on a small ledge atop a cement manufacturing plant. I had spent the last two hours climbing and exploring the exterior of the sprawling factory. Up and down large conveyor belts, up and over tall water silos, scampering across large sand piles.
The Reason Your Life is Boring
The Reason Your Life is Boring
The Reason Your Life is Boring
My fingers were oily and slippery, my knees a bit shaky. I’ve never feared heights but that didn’t mean I was completely tension-free. I stood on a small ledge atop a cement manufacturing plant. I had spent the last two hours climbing and exploring the exterior of the sprawling factory. Up and down large conveyor belts, up and over tall water silos, scampering across large sand piles.