|Stairway to ... where you want to be|
She'd worked hard to complete a manuscript, only to have an editor (whom she herself had hired) recommend she rewrite the whole confounded thing.
Six months later when she presented the revised ms to a potential agent, the list of re-rewrite points was longer than her arm.
Sigh. I feel her pain. So do you. Climbing, climbing, always climbing. So difficult when we can't see the top of the stairway.
|Overwhelmed by massive goals (Spouse in black at bottom)|
We learn the same lessons over and over again, each time thinking, "By golly, I've got it this time!"
But the beast inside chomps through his muzzle, or the boss lampoons your last nerve, or you decide to defy the definition of insanity and do that same thing just once more, feeling sure it will turn out differently this time.
All these thoughts swirled through my head as Spouse and I tried a new mountain trail this week. You can see from the photos what a piece of gristle it was ... I'm still sore.
|Can I even get there from here?|
Who hasn't felt that way?
But that's not to say we shouldn't try. Because I believe sometimes in Papa God's eyes, the journey is actually our destination.
It seems all uphill for a time, but there are little respites along the way, if we pause to look for them. Like the wee wildflowers (I prefer this moniker over weeds) inexplicably growing among the rocks.
And observing someone else just ahead of us on the trail, getting it DONE. Going through the same huffing, puffing and pain we are, but getting there nonetheless.
|Little snippets of hope|
And then finally, Lord willing and the creek don't rise, we persevere long enough to reach the top, the satisfaction and joy of accomplishment is unspeakable.
Because we ...
Even though we occasionally slid backwards on our behunkuses, we got up, dusted off our fannies, and kept putting one foot in front of the other until we reached the last step.
But you know a secret I've discovered? You may have already discovered it too.
The stairs really don't ever end.
|I'll just wait here|
And that's a good thing. That's the way it's supposed to be.
Otherwise we might spend the rest of our lives lounging by the reflection pool and forget there's more out there. Something different to see, feel, experience at the top of the stairs.
So I gotta go put another cold pack on my achy calf (leg, not cow) and try to think of something comforting and inspirational to say to this writer lady who wants to give up.
Maybe I should just tell her to take a hike.