Just steps from my apartment I have access to miles of trails, some of which lie on Native-American land. There’s one trail I’ve always had a hankering to explore but haven’t had the time, the energy, or the physical stamina. But I decided today would be different.
Buoyed by a jolt of energy from having started my blog yesterday, I set out on my mini-adventure. As I approached the bottom of THE trail, another path started to mesmerize me, so, without hesitation, I changed course. After all, isn’t that what life is all about–living in the moment and not staying stuck or fixated on a particular destination?
This new path, the one less traveled, wound around a hill, and, if I made it all the way to the top a hidden treasure would no doubt be revealed. I climbed the path with giddy anticipation and when I reached the other side the vista did not disappoint, for I could see much of Simi Valley: homes, hills, a water reservoir and so much more.
But all of that paled in comparison to the real gift: for in making it to the top I strengthened my fortitude and determination to keep making my life happen my way, and I know when I return to this same area and take the other path, I’ll uncover another piece of myself when I reach that peak.
Photo # 1: partway to the path
Photo #2: partway up the path
Photo #3: me at the top of the path with Thousand Oaks in the background