Have you ever sat back, looked at your life and seen nothing but problems?
A whole big mountain of problems? So high you couldn't see the peek? So wide you couldn't see around it? So jagged and ominous that you didn't even know how to start climbing it?
Have you ever sat there, paralyzed by fear, feeling like the climb was impossible?
Sitting in that mountain's shadow, your light slowly fading out?
I've been there. I've climbed. I've conquered. I've fallen off again.
The mountain has gotten bigger. The climb is getting harder.
I keep going. One day at a time, one step at a time, one breath at a time.
I stop. The sadness starts to take over again. I hang there from the ledge, refusing to let go, lest I fall in the precipice below. I look up and it's so high, how will I ever make it to the top?
I see my children watching me. I know I must go on. I must keep climbing, even when I stumble, I can't quit - they're watching.
I think of you, of the kind things you've said. All the times you told me I inspire you. I can't let go, I know you're watching.
So I'll take a moment to cry and then I'll find a way to make it up to that next ledge. If I need to rest when I get there, I'll take a moment to do so, but then I'll pick myself up, dust myself off, and start climbing again, because that's what I do.
It's all I know how to do.