I have climbed a few mountains – not tall enough for specialized gear and oxygen tanks, but climbing nonetheless. Growing up in Alaska, there were more than a few peaks to explore.
Looking up at mountains from below, I imagine what it must be like on top, to sit on the knife’s edge and see the world spread out below. But after clambering upward for a few hours to see for myself, it rarely feels quite like being “on top of the world”.
More often than not, a top is just the beginning of more mountains, more peaks, and more heights beyond. It never seems to end.
I wrote a book and somehow managed to publish it. I walked uphill for five years. It’s a thrill to see it through.
But I’m not on the top of the world. More than one reader has asked, “when does the next one come out?”
And so, here I stand, grateful for the view. There are more stories, more challenges and more horizons to explore. My knees may hurt, but it’s a good thing I enjoy the climb.
Keep chasing lights.
