Someday I want to look back and see the progress that I’ve made and smile. I want to see how far I’ve come. I want to see all the bridges behind me, all the ones I thought I’d never cross, all the ones far in the distance, even the ones that were burning leaving nothing but fresh grass on the banks. I want to look out from up top the hill and look into the valley of my life, raise my arms in victory “I made it!”. Someday, I’m going to be standing there, happy as hell. It’s going to feel like winning the best race of my life. It’s going to feel great!
I can see the path up the mountain. It is a steep trek. Some places look likes going up a sheer cliff. The distance feels so far away from where I want to get to. I need to get to. The mountain is forming. For a long time, there was no mountain. I was left in a void, aimless, wandering. Now, I’m standing on the valley floor. The heather is soft and sweet water flows down the mountain. Everything here is a beauty, picturesque. The distant mist fades midmorning undressing the mountain. The sunbeams around the peek and I stand watching. There! That is the place I must go. I can see the shape. I can feel the form. The damp air clings to my skin. My lungs draw in deeply of the green here and strength me.
The soft soil under my feet reminds me I need to take measured steps. I must take my walking stick with me. I must have the balance to go on. I must be prepared for it is unknown if I will come back this way again. Today, I will take stock of my resources. Today, I will plan to scale the mountain. I remember the feeling of victory and I will have it. Someday I will look down into the valley and see how far I have truly come. Today, I look for the first time towards the place I want to be.