Above: Image by Gina Milicia
“Those at the top of the mountain didn’t fall there.” – Unknown
I’ve spent the last 30 years climbing a mountain.
I started climbing impatiently, sprinting so fast I barely noticed the scenery. The road was smooth and the incline was gentle.
The first part of the climb felt easy, took little effort, almost like I was being carried by some invisible force.
Then just when I thought I had mastered mountain climbing 101 I hit my first obstacle. The climb took a turn and I needed to navigate terrain that I had not experienced before. It was physically challenging. For every three steps I took I would lose my footing and slide back two. On several occasions I misjudged a bolder for a ledge and slid back almost to where I started.
I was frustrated, felt like I wasn’t getting anywhere but somewhere in the back of my mind I kept hearing:
“Keep going, it’s worth it.”
There have been many parts of the climb where I wanted to give up. Go home. I was exhausted. . . .