“I am lost on the mountain.
It’s cold, and I’m slipping. I can’t see.
I have been here before, but it’s dark now. Nothing looks like it did on the other days. There is a treasure I am looking for. I’m scared by everything.
Lying on the bathroom floor, sweating, and crying, I can’t breathe. I pace the halls at 2:00am wishing I could just go to sleep.

Who will take care of my family if something happens to me?
Is this as far as I can go?
Are my best and brightest days behind me?
Am I yesterday’s news?

There seems to be no treasure in the past; it’s all in the present and future. Or maybe it is all in the past, and there’s no more treasure to be found.

Why is it so hard to enjoy where I am without fearing that it will be lost of taken away?
How much blessing will it take for me to be happy?

I am now forty. This is, presumably, the halfway point. The hill. The mountain. And I am over it. In every sense of the word.”

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