Even though I spent three summers in Spain, I didn’t really do a lot of hiking. I have to tell you that when I saw that pretty steep hill yesterday I had to remind myself that it only requires one step at a time.
Trust me rushing up that challenging hill was never my intention, but I did wonder, with my 18 lbs pack how difficult it would be. Again I kept telling myself “one step at a time”. Isn’t that a bit of a metaphor for life in general ?
One day at a time, one pound at a time, one piece at a time…
And with quite a few stops along the way, and even some backward walking, I made it up there. I was rewarded with quite the view (which I shared in a video that I will eventually be able to upload.
At our own pace, at our own time, in our own way… Sounds like something I can do more often now!