|Angel's Landing in Zion, Utah|
It's wonderful how many ways there are to be a better human being. And terrifying that there are just as many ways to wreck oneself.
It's the little things we do that becomes our substance.
I think about climbing mountains just because they're there. I don't have much more of a reason than that, except that I've never regretted climbing a mountain once I've reached the top. The views are a reward, sore muscles are a reward, and the feeling of accomplishment coupled with endorphins are a reward too.
There are a lot of things that I want to do (and plan to do) that don't have much sense attached to them. Logical people judge this harshly because they don't understand it. And I don't understand them. We're even. Can we call a truce? Too much checking, double-checking, planning, forecasting, preparing, and managing kills it for me. I really like going off the path, which is a terrible habit to have as one who's supposed to stick to the straight and narrow.
I was blessed the other day when I was told by an elder that I am on the path. This affirmation made me muse that being on the path might feel like being on no path at all. My soul laughed and my feet flexed.
I am on the path.
I don't know where this path is leading, and sometimes I can only see it a step at a time, but as I traverse it I feel alive. The glory of God is man fully alive. There are so many choices to make, but I'm just trying to stay alive.
I believe it's multiple choice and faithful steps.