I am attempting to implement a one-long-walk-a-week plan, so yesterday, having a free morning, I took advantage of the sun and the cold to take a nice long walk around my neighborhood.
I decided to walk up the big hill to Council Crest Park, a beautiful grassy knoll that looks out over the city to the East, and the Coast Range to the West. It is said that this where Native Americans of the area held councils, hence the name. When you're up there, you can see why. What a wonderful idea, to have important discussions in a place with a view...
So, the walk is no mean feat (yet no real large one either...). and midway through, huffing my way onto a flat street after a sustained climb, I began to think that perhaps I wouldn't make it up to the top after all, that I could just loop around and head back down. Why not? Why did I need to go all the way up there anyway? Who said I had to?
Thankfully, another part of me won out. The part that just wanted to do what it had set out to do, and knew what awaited after just a bit more work. I was well rewarded. Though sunny on top of the hill, fog still clouded the city below. From the park, I could see the peaks of the cascades, and the city shrouded in mist.
When I reached the top, there were only a few other people there to enjoy the splendor. A man sat on a bench with his dog, talking on a phone. A couple arrived and wandered around a bit, taking in the view and cuddling. I myself sat on a rock wall for quite awhile, feeling the warmth of the sun warm the stones and my face.
I was so happy that I had persevered and done what I had set out to do; what I knew I wanted to do.
What is it they say about choosing the road less traveled by? Oh yes, that it makes all the difference. (But nothing about how hard it is to choose it!)