Walking up the hill…
It’s hard work. Sometimes it seems never ending. But eventually the hill flattens out. You get there. There might be bigger hills or mountains surrounding you. But in that moment you can breathe. You can enjoy the moment. You can see clearly. See for miles.
The perfect place for a cheese sandwich, pasty, packet of crisps and a warming brew.πππ
Today it feels like I’m not even half way up the latest hill. I’m tired. Feeling battered and worn down. Unsure of the direction. If anything it feels like I can’t chose the path. I’m being forced along one route which is probably not heading in the direction I want to.
But you know what. I like a good sandwich and a brew on top of a mountain. So I’m going to keep on trying to climb.
See you at the top.