Anytime I feel stuck, I remember that the choice is mine: I can be resigned to staying put, or I can change the world around me.
I can drop the heavy rock I’m carrying. Diligently chip away at it. Blast it away with dynamite. Erode it slowly with water. Simply pick it up and move it.
Or I can move myself. You can, too. We are not mountains made of stone, set in it. Neither are our surroundings. Everything is breathing, changing, fluid, shape-shifting. And that’s the beauty of it.
Today may you be creative in your approach to the mountain. There’s more than one way up it, around it, over it, through it. And aren’t you so curious to see what’s on the other side?
