Although just a year ago, my trek in Nepal seems to have been a voyage from another lifetime. It is so easy to get recaptured by the trials of life - that ever present and somewhat cliche hustle and bustle. Yet, if I try, I can recall the feeling of breathing in the cold, crisp, oxygen depleted air; of listening to the sounds of the bells which announce the yaks and djokpes, of walking on those sandy, steep switchbacks.
Among other things, that adventure resulted in me experiencing 2 of the most physically challenging days of my life. When I tried valiantly to hold back the tears which threatened to reveal my exhaustion, reminding myself of the glorious surroundings did not help. Nevertheless, what I learned from those travails will provide me with the energy I need to finish the tasks ahead. Personal challenges, where my only competition is myself, are some of the most difficult. But if I can only channel that crisp air and the sound of the rushing rivers beneath, the climb ahead will be made that much more meaningful.
Someone just wrote about this in the NYTimes, the little inspiration I needed to share my thoughts this morning.
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