I climbed my first mountain this past weekend! Not some crazy high
mountain or some overly dangerous rocky mountain, but just a regular
mountain with trees and a steep incline. At 26, this is the first time.
You see, I was a child of the city. I grew up without much money
surrounded by concrete and cultivated gardens.
When I lived in British Columbia and Alberta, home to the rockies,
I could see the massive mountains off in the distance. I would close
my eyes and be transported to a world of dense forests, woodland
creatures, and fresh air. Like a country girl who dreams of the big city
and all its opportunity, I was a city girl who longed for the wild and free.
Having never lived by the ocean before, with the salty air and crashing
waves, this summer was all about beaches and coastal walks. We've
become forest dwellers as of late, as the trees protect against the cold
wind that blows so ferociously. With a thick sheet of slick ice coating
the ground, January is probably not the best time to hike up a mountain,
but there's something beautiful about being up there all alone.
It feels wonderful to accomplish something I've wanted to do for
so long. I think I'm more proud of myself for living the life I want
to lead than I am for the fact that I graduated from university!
I find also that it now gives me the strength to work on the next
set of goals - I can already hear the peep peep peep of baby chicks.
I suppose one could say I climbed both a mountain
literally and metaphorically. And you? What's your mountain?
Gifted Boathouse // Hat
Thrifted // Sweater
Thrifted // Jeans
Vintage // Camera Bag
Vintage // Boots