Yes, I do love The Sound of Music. Have I succeeded in getting my boys to watch it with me yet? No. But that isn't the point of this post.
What is the point?
Have you ever gone on a really hard, long hike? And you keep thinking, "this was supposed to be a fun little jaunt up the mountain, and I feel like I've been hiking forEVER!" And soon, the treeline has disappeared, and you're dragging your sorry butt across rock and shale with a frigid wind beating against you, and you start to feel like you're a pioneer trudging to unchattered lands and you might have to lay down and die right then and there?
NO? Really, was it just me?
Okay, I might have been twelve or thirteen, and we were hiking Table Rock (the second highest peak next to the Grand Teton in that range), and I might have had a flair for the dramatic. BUT. The point is that when I finally did make it to the very top (shockingly, still alive!), WOW. It was amazing. All my exhaustion and complaints disappeared, and I was left with a sense of accomplishment and peace and excitement to see the world from this new, incredible vantage point. And then my sisters and cousins and I ran all the way back down the mountain, our adrenaline pumping and our faces plastered with perma-grins.
The point is that if we keep climbing, we will eventually reach the summit and find out what the view is like from up there. Even if it means going above the treeline and pushing on through wind, cold, and exhaustion.
What mountains are you climbing right now?