That one time I climbed a mountain
I climbed an Alp! I brought along a bottle of water and fifteen granola bars just in case. I only needed fourteen of them, so I’m calling that a win.
I thanked my body the whole way to the top of the mountain. I thanked my feet for the agility to scramble over loose rocks and snow. I thanked my legs for the strength to carry me the whole way without even complaining that much. I thanked my back and shoulders for carrying my backpack with all those granola bars. I thanked my mid-section for helping me balance when jumping over streams and mud puddles. Then I thanked my mid-section again, because with all the carbs I’ve been eating on this trip, I haven’t been that kind to it lately.
I’ll never be any younger (or probably any better looking) than I am today. I’m strong. I’m healthy. I’m trying to do a better of remembering that and enjoying it. Today was part of that. It’s strange how we become more comfortable with our bodies as we get older. Sometimes I think, boy, if I only could have had the confidence I have now with the way I looked when I was twenty…
Then I catch myself, and I remember that that’s just another way of criticizing myself. And I’m done with that. I’ve drawn my line in the sand, and that kind of pointless, energy-wasting self-judgment isn’t allowed to cross it.
Gratitude from here on out.
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