It’s taking much longer than I thought.
Things didn’t happen as I originally hoped they would go.
Every step is aching at this point.
I’ve never really done this before.
Uncertainty creeps in.
The obstacles are more numerous and treacherous than expected.
Breaks for rest are needed.
I have to climb up other mountains before I get there?
What lies waiting in the valleys?
The signs are encouraging at times to give me an idea where I’m at along the way.
Focus on 1 step in front of the other.
The cool breeze on the face feels heavenly when I gaze on the horizon from a lookout point.
I still can’t even see my end point.
Uncertainty still lingers yet not as much.
Can I actually do this without falling apart?
I pause several times to get my bearings and enjoy the current position of my location.
Community is relieving beyond question along with silence.
This “guideline” of a map can only give me so much detail.
What am I going to do after I get there? …What’s next?
I can’t focus on that right now.
My goal may still be far off, yet I know I’m on the right track.
I realize it may be a little different from how my mind envisions the goal.
The goal actually may never end, yet continues once I get "there".
Whenever I do get "there", it will be glorious.
I'll keep going.
I’ll set another goal for another Mountain.
Thoughts from a recent hike on the correlation with anything we set out to do in our lives. Whether it’s in school, work, life, leisure, or anything.
You’re not alone.