Now, I know it is probably not like this for everyone, but since I am spiritual seeker and it is also my job, my mind tends to seek out spirituality everywhere I am. And in this new “post married” life of mine, I have decided to try new things. Try to find things that bring me joy.
Today, I really wanted to work out and the thought of doing a Jillian Micheal’s workout at home in my house seemed so boring. So, I thought, I’m going to go on a hike. I don’t really hike, I always want to be a hiker, I just think I don’t have the right gear or clothes or shoes…. excuses, excuses. My friend always does this one hike at Poo Poo Point, seemed simple enough.
Starting out I was thinking this isn’t bad, I even see some people come down that are not as in shape as me, so maybe it will be easy. IT’S NOT EASY. At first, there were pockets of sun light coming through, it was nice. I decided to not listen to music, so I could deal with my demons. How quickly I try to drown those out. Three ladies came by with dogs, if they can do it I can do it. A quarter of the way up… it’s hard. I pass by some young probably 17ish girls, one says to the other, “Going down is always the hardest.” I interjected in their conversation, ” I was banking on going down being easier”. I thought, what does she mean, that can’t be true.
I pass by an old lady with sticks (or whatever those things are that help you climb a mountain) and as she is going down she is going back and forth not to fall, I thought, oh, how sweet. Everyone coming down seems fine, breathing fine – no huffing or puffing like me. Some are even running down… I’m sure, I thought “He must do this often”.
Now, I’m in the middle or 3 quarters up (at least I’m hoping), I have no idea how long it will take, I think Darin said it’s an hour up, I don’t check my phone because if it has only been 15 mins. that’ll be discouraging. It’s gets darker in the middle of the mountain and I think to myself, this is the Journey. Not just the journey today, but the life journey. You start off with some light and eager to adventure, then the pain comes, and the darkness sets in, by the middle you are telling yourself “Just one foot in front of the other, don’t stop, and do not quit”.
As I finally approach the top, the sunlight is coming through again, which provides some much needed energy. And then the most breath taking views, I did it, I reached the top. And I think to myself “See it’s worth it.” It’s always worth it. The Journey, the Pain, the trudging, it’s always proven to be worth it. I sat there – with everyone else on their phones (because we all have to document our lives right;), and enjoyed my hard work.
As I started to go back down and almost fell 3 times, I thought this is not as hard, except the shaking legs. But it may not be as hard because I actually knew where I was going. It’s the hardest when you know it’s going to be better on the other side, but you can’t see it and you don’t know how long it will take you to get there.
Then I was proud of the old lady with the sticks and everyone else who climbed the mountain that day. And some of the people going up now were huffing and puffing like me. I thought- don’t worry you’ll make it, it’s worth it, and you are strong.
The mountain was a new, joyful experience for me today. I’ll do it again, now we will see what my body feels like tomorrow.
Much. Much Love – fellow journeyer’s