Hands are shaking, check. Head is throbbing, check. Stomach is churning, check. At any given moment I can stop whatever I'm doing, feeling these symptoms pulse through my body like that have done for many, many years.
Slowly but surely, we made our way up the dirt path. A path leading us towards a clearing in the trees not far from where stood. As we continued upwards, I began to make out the white of the mountains above the treetops, as if luring us in with their brief but impactful presence.
I stopped to catch my breath, letting the cool of my hands soothe my eyes. As I recoup and continue up the path, I think back on my reluctance to take this adventure. Why? I asked myself I over and over. It's almost as if I have been trained to say no, only ever looking for the parts of me that are in pain. The parts of me that feel anxious. The parts of me that I deem unworthy.
Yes, it's true, those are the parts of me that have failed before, but I must remember that that doesn't necessarily mean that they will continue to break down each and every time I step into a place that feels scary and unknown.
Whether it's a grand adventure, or simply a new day, we're constantly stepping into the unknown. We're constantly facing change, some scary, some exciting, but regardless of its demeanor, we're more than capable of getting through it again. I mean, look at how far we've come?
When our thoughts and ideas march in harmony along side our bodies, we have the ability to conquer anything, but when our mind works against our bodies, convincing us we're incapable and unworthy, that's when we find ourselves facing change with more fear than we do hope.
Trust in yourself. Trust that whatever it is, you will make it through just fine. And to finish the story, I did make it to the top of that dirt path, and it was glorious.
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