I am the Mountain
If you had asked me 100 days ago that I would be 84 days into a daily writing effort. . . I’m fairly certain I would have laughed at you.
And yet here I am.
To paraphrase one of my favorite musicians,
I was the mountain I had to move.
And now I am moving.
I’m attempting to wrap my head around what I’ve written thus far.
Where I’ve been and where I’m going.
When I started this, my expectations were low.
Here’s the thing about moving the mountain.
About finding some success in this effort.
I’ve raised the bar without realizing it.
And now I need to breathe.
I need to step back and review.
If I move my mountain without direction,
I may circle in place
I aim to push and to learn.
To ask myself,
Why and How?
Learning takes time.
Time takes patience.
I must be patient with myself.
I must allow myself this safe space.
For now, I will rest.
I will push and push and push myself again.
I will breathe in my mountain air.
I rest my pen and my mind
281 Days to go