There are those days where I see a huge hill before me, the slope so steep that the climb is impossible. I want to get to the top, to raise my hands above my head and scream to the world, “I told you so!”
But I am weak.
There are obstacles on the hill; challenges that wear me down and confront what I believe to be true.
My pride becomes cracked and burnt with exposure throughout my journey and fear of failure threatens to roll be back down to the bottom.
I want to prove that I can do it.
I know that I can do it.
From deep inside there is a voice; quiet at first, that whispers to me as I struggle. It encourages me to keep clawing at the dirt and soil, to keep climbing the hill of impossibility to get the end result that I desire.
As I stumble and bleed it gets louder and cheers me on, reminding me of all the obstacles I’ve overcome in order to get to this spot, to make this journey.
The voice becomes hands that push me up the giant hill.
I make it to the top, hands out stretched and triumphant, I am filled with joy and I scream,
“I am ENOUGH!”