|Sequoia National Forest|
We drove the minivan to the top of Pike's Peak once. Another time I rode a tram to the top of a mountain in Estes Park. The views from both were spectacular. But getting there was all too easy.
I'm certain that scaling a mountain on my own two feet would be anything but easy. I imagine that the climb would be slow. That there would be times when I felt like I wasn't making any progress. That I might stumble and fall and end up a little bit bruised. That there would be times when I felt like giving up and turning back. Perhaps there would be moments when I'd wish I'd been more prepared. When I'd ask myself, "Why didn't I realize it would be this hard?"
But I would remember my goal, and I would keep going.
What would it be like to reach the summit? I picture myself standing there, winded and worn, yet raising my arms in triumph as I gaze at the trees and hills and rivers far below. "I made it," I would whisper.
That's how I feel now, as I stand on the summit of Mt. My-First-Book. Getting to where I am now, with WHAT ABOUT MOOSE? due to hit the stores in less than a month, has been a slow and steady uphill climb. But now that the journey to this particular mountaintop is over, I can take in the view. Behind me I see evidence of the arduous journey. Around me I see the people in my life who helped to make this possible.
And in the distance, I see other mountains to climb.