![]() Just focus on what is right in front of you. Don’t look up at the whole mountain, or your whole life without the crutch of alcohol can seem too much. It was only then, as I leaned against a rock and turned my face up to the sun, that I realized this hike, this test of physical endurance, was a metaphor for recovery: one step at a time, one day at a time. ![]() I sat down at the edge of it and waited for Dan. There was a pond of water, so clear and still that you could see the fish darting around beneath the clouds reflected on the surface. Finally, in the afternoon, exhausted and exhilarated, I stumbled over the last ledge and reached the summit. Farther and farther up I climbed, until the air grew chilly and the wind picked up, the sound of it humming through the few pine trees left. One step at a time, steadily, timed to my own breath. ![]() ![]() “So I leaned into the mountain, and on I went. ![]()
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