One of the things I’m most proud of is the fact that in 2006 I made it to the highest peak in Africa. The journey was – at points – exciting…exhausting, tough…terrifying, adventurous…arduous. I think I sweated out all the bad things I did that year on my ascent – or as I call it, the ‘Hill of Atonement’.
Given current circumstances – where I seem to be atoning for things I haven’t even thought of, let alone done – I’m busy climbing another mountain, albeit metaphorical. This foothill is just the first on a journey that is taking me to a place I never expected to be. It’s not a good place. Some days all I can do is put one foot in front of the other and try not to fall.
Still…as Victor Kiam said: ‘If you fall on your face, at least you are moving forward’. I’m not sure where or how I will end up, so for the time-being, this blogger is taking a break.
Thank you for following the blog, and a special thanks to Nubian for getting me writing in the first place.