Every morning I wake up
& start
brainstorming
trying to decide
what I should put on the agenda for the day.
Some mornings I'll
craft while Bella wakes up
other mornings I'm
gearing her up for the day ahead.
Lake time,
a hike, a shopping trip or a long stroller ride.
It doesn't matter
she's ready for anything...
and on August 12th, 2011--
I was too.
For some reason I got this
great idea
to hike to the
summit of Big Mountain.
Yes, that's what it's
really called.
I phoned a couple good friends of mine
and we all
met at my house at 9am
I figured that should be
plenty of time to get to the top
however they were
unaware of my decision to go
to the summit.
{We'll see how things go on our way up}
type of thing.
After stopping at
{two} different grocery stores
to purchase our coffee and
kombucha,
we finally
arrived at the Danny On trailhead.
Four miles up,
&& knowing the chairlift wasn't running...
four miles down.
During the first mile up we passed a
wonderful tourist
who
kindly asked to take a picture of
Baby Bella and I.
I accepted and I'm
so thankful I did
{A big thanks to the Flemming couple
for e-mailing this to me after our hike!}
That's
the picture.
Perfect. I love it.
Then we kept hiking up...
about three miles up
Bella fell asleep & the gals
started asking how
I was doing.
With my
thirty pound backpack
and just
a little breath left
I said,
"Good... just don't stop!"
Like the
great friends they are,
watching out for my
best interest
they thought I'd like to turn back
because secretly
{they wanted to}
Nothing is gonna stop this Momma though.
The last leg of the hike is a
straight climb to the top
and boy did that
kick my butt.
After stopping
four times to catch my breath
we made it to the top.
This is what life is living for.
Crisp,
clean air
pushing yourself when you've had enough
making something you want -
happen - despite your
circumstances.
exploring
your potential
taking advantage of the world you live in.
&& last but not least --
doing the things you love
and doing them
often.
I may be a
young, single Momma
who works
full time
but
who said that has to be an excuse?
Becoming a Mommy means
switching your priorities
taking on
more responsibility
and learning how to
manage time effectively.
It doesn't mean you cannot do the things you love still
you just do them differently.
&& with those
precious thirty pounds on my back
we started our
decent
was it easy?
no.
did I want to stop?
maybe a little.
was it worth the
eight blisters on my bleeding feet
sore shoulders
and
swollen knee?
Of course.
&& it will be
everytime.
