A year

Wow, a full year has gone by since I wrote here. It's crazy how time flies, yet seems to stand still. So much has happened since my last post, so many changes and emotions, and struggles this past year. And I'm still facing a mountain. Some days I'm sick of climbing. Some days I'm scared to fall right back to the bottom where I started. Some days I just want to scramble as fast and hard as I can and get to the top. Today, I just want to learn to appreciate the view. I want to stop waiting for the peak to look around, but to start seeing the beauty that is revealed to me every day, every step of the way. I want to feel myself growing stronger during the journey, to appreciate the way this has stretched and strengthened and empowered me. I want to love the breeze across my face, the sun on my skin, and the cool rock under my hands. I've never understood people who climb and say "just don't look down." Because for me, looking down is half the fun. Seeing where I've been, what I've already done, how much I've accomplished gives me the strength and the courage to keep going. For me it's often easier to look down, than it is to look up.