You know what I did over the summer? I hiked up a mountain.
It might not have been an actual mountain (by definition of how tall a hill must be before it’s a mountain), but it had mountain in the name, so I’m counting it.
It really wasn’t that bad of a hike, and I looked fabulous in my cross body purse and sun hat, but it definitely was a trek.
We had to take a ferry to the island that was the mountain, and our hike began as the rocky beach turned into woods. About 2/3 of the way up the mountain, we faced a choice. We could follow the easy trail, but that trail didn’t go all the way to the top of the mountain; or we could follow the difficult trail, which led all the way to the mountain’s peak.
We took the difficult trail. And it was worth it.
The view from the top was magnificent. And in addition to the scenic beauty, I felt my inner confidence shine simply because I had tackled the undertaking.
So tonight, as I’m approaching some daunting tasks, I remind myself of how I hiked up a mountain.
I took one step at a time. Of course I looked to what was ahead, but if I focused too much on that, I would have taken some missteps. And as it was, I took enough missteps even though I was paying attention to my footing. Although I stumbled a few times, I never fell. I felt like stopping a few times, and in those moments I did not care about reaching my mountaintop goal. When I felt that way I took a break to enjoy the scenery around me, and once I felt refreshed, I continued on.
And that’s what I’ll do tonight. And tomorrow. And the next day. I will continue on.