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The Trailhead
You’re standing at the base of a mountain, feeling that unmistakable pull upward — that inner knowing that it’s time to let go and climb. There’s a voice inside whispering, “I can’t keep doing this. I’m ready for change.” You're also
Scared shitless.
The path looks steep and it feels insurmountable. I stood at the bottom looking up, overwhelmed at the climb. I stood here for years, afraid to even grab my water bottle and think about it. This thing becomes such a big part of YOU, who you are. And then, who are you without it? And the bigger issue, how do I stop? You’re tired of feeling drained and worn down, and you just want to feel clearer, lighter, and return to YOU.
Standing alone looking up, I had nothing in me to even begin, except-willingness. I had the willingness to do something different. I was willing to take someone else's hand, who had made this assent before, and try. Try to follow where they placed their feet and which path to follow. Alone, I didn't have the map, together we moved one step at a time and reached the summit. Are you just willing today? I'll take your hand; we'll lace our shoes together.
