The Mountains We Climb
Logan and I climbed a mountain this weekend. This is not a metaphor for paying off a significant chunk of debt, or realizing that our site has now existed for two whole months (those are still mountains we are climbing). Nope—we climbed an actual mountain (this one). After we reached the summit, we raced back down and rewarded ourselves with $2.75 ice cream cones: I got a scoop of lavender, while Logan got a scoop with everything imaginable called “the kitchen sink.”
We climbed a mountain, took a took a train back into the city, and stared at a castle, and the stillness of the Hudson river.
Back at home, the mountains to climb were three weeks worth of laundry, grocery shopping, and catching up on freelance work. I turned down a dinner reservation with friends because, frankly, I couldn’t afford to spend the money or the time away from the work I had left to be done on a Sunday. I stayed home and cooked a big meal I could eat for the week, and did the work I had left for Sunday evening. I did these things so that I could face Monday, which is a little cold and gloomy this morning.
What were the mountains you climbed this weekend?