I’m scared. I’ve lost sleep. I feel racked. But I am looking to the future. I’m looking at that peak and wondering how difficult it will be and how I’m going to get there without jeopardizing myself or my little friend. I’m going to do something (depending on your opinion) either really cool or marvelously stupid. I don’t mean to make that sound so cryptic (I despise cryptic posts) but I will be sharing lots of details in the next week so please stay tuned. But that isn’t entirely what’s on my plate. My father may not live another year. It’s a strange thing when your father is in failing health and far away. I’m scared because I don’t think there is a way to express to him; I like my life, I love him and I don’t need his advice.
I wish my life were a little more frivolous, but I live in grown up land- and that mountain… isn’t getting any smaller.
