there is a mountain.
you stand at the bottom looking up, shielding your eyes from the glare of the sun.
squinting you can barely see the top, but you know it’s there, even if you can’t see it.
you pull up your boot straps, re-tie your shoes tight.
you throw you pack on your back and tighten the straps.
you adjust your jacket and your belt.
you take another look up toward the summit and take a deep breath.
you start to walk.
you put one foot in front of the other, trying to push aside the butterflies in your stomach.
you dont exactly know how you are going to get to the summit.
you dont know if you will be able to get to the other side.
and you know there will be more after this one.
but you dont have a choice.
you must keep going forward.
you feel something deep in your gut.
the butterflies have turned into a burning desire.
to just do it.
to accomplish what you have set out to do.
one foot in front of the other…you know you will allow nothing to stop you.
you have a peace in your soul and faith in your heart, and feet to carry you.
by: Emily A. Willard (c) 2012