Life is often compared to climbing a mountain. Or a series of mountains. Life, goals, challenges are often referred to as laboring your way up a mountain, slowly making your way to the top. Then an unceremonious descent down, only to be faced with another mountain.
I'm on Everest, so it seems. I've been climbing it as long as I can remember. I truly thought that perhaps I was nearing the top. Granted, I didn't think this was the last mountain of my life, but I was pretty sure it was one of the biggest, and hardest, to climb. And as I got to the top, I felt ready to collapse and kiss the ground. Unfortunately, as I got there, the clouds hanging above me parted, and I realize I'm not at the top. In fact, I have quite a way more to go.
Life has a way of doing that.
I had hoped to stop and rest, just take a break on the current ledge and catch my breath. But, again, life has other plans.
Things continue to remain crazy, and I'm pretty convinced that's not going to change anytime soon. I hope to post more when I get a chance, but right now it seems a storm is coming (another one) and I have to keep moving if I don't want to be blown back down the mountain. So, wish me continued luck.