It's been a long haul up a mountain. I thought once I reached the peak, the climb would be over. Beyond would be the sun-drenched Land of Publishing.
Now I've climbed up there and realized more mountains remain. I see them stretching ahead, awaiting my climb. I don't know what's in the valleys. I think that it might be easier to stay in the valleys.
I don't think the valleys can take me to where I want to go.
Climbing the first mountain was tough. Write, I pushed myself. Think. What can I write? What can I write? Ass in seat, I wrote and typed, climbing the mountain.
Now there are more mountains. In a sense, I feel like to succeed, emptying the glass and starting again isn't enough. Exhortations to have faith listlessly echoes across the mountains, a sound breaking and bouncing on itself.
I add other encouragement -- Patience! Strength! Courage!
Fine words but words won't move me forward. I need steps.
How do you climb a mountain?
You study the mountain's length, breadth and heights, looking for the best paths, gauging the obstacles, pondering the challenge. You gird yourself, counting down to taking that first step.
You add a final exhortation, have faith.
Then, taking a breath and setting your pace, you begin the task, first by thinking, that mountain isn't that big.
That mountain isn't that tall.
Why, there aren't even that many mountains.
Climb these mountains?
Piece of cake.
Just have faith.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com