What do I want to say about this? That it was the hardest thing I've ever ever done? Yes. What else? That I held it all together and took it like a champ? No, certainly not. Hiking the Gosaikunda Trail taught me a few things about life and God and myself. It hit me, hard. I fell apart on multiple occasions.
When we stumbled upon the idea of Sincerely, Kindred I never thought we would be in the place we are now -- in the middle of a Kickstarter to make one of the most amazing issues of a publication (that I have ever worked on in the ten years I've been in the publication industry) more affordable for more millennials.
I always wanted to be a ballerina, but I never tried because I thought I was too late. I always wanted to be able to do a back-flip, but those gymnasts have been practicing since they were five years old. I could never hold my own in a just-for-fun match of soccer, because I haven't played since I was a kid like everyone else. Skill takes practice and time, and I usually find I'm a little late to the game.
I see you … running mile after mile on the treadmill of aspiration, earbuds blasting the ballad of an uphill climb. I see you seeking, searching, striving. I see you trying so hard as sweat seeps from your pores. It isn’t an effort that you make in vain. But it isn’t one that you need to make either. It just is. You just are. And it is not a bad thing just to be.