At my very first appointment with my therapist/intuitive energy lady, she talked about how we each have our own mountain and how I was never living on mine, I was always on someone else’s.
Life is so interwoven with experiences, people, ideas, triumph and struggle it was hard to understand what was my mountain and what wasn’t, and it took me a while to sort out consciously what exactly she was referring to.
5 years later I’m still sorting it out… I just realized I’m back on everyone else’s mountain again.
Our path is on our mountain. That’s where we are heading, it’s our truth, our dreams, and our hearts desires. When we are on our path we are intrinsically motivated, up at 5:55 am instead of 6:00, excited for life, and feeling fulfilled.
But our path isn’t a straight line, it’s full of crooks and valleys, rain and snow, obstacles and injury.
All of the things we have struggled through to get where we are, everything we have built, pieced together, created, and come out of the other side of, combined with our path forward make our mountain.
Sometimes when my mountain seems too easy or seems too hard, I will move onto someone else’s mountain. Lots of times when someone else is really struggling, I will jump over to their mountain, and sometimes I will unintentionally be lured onto someone else’s mountain.
Getting onto their mountain is easy for me… I can jump, run, skip, fly and teleport there.
Getting off their mountain, and back onto mine is hard… but the universe helps me out when I need it. It makes the wrong thing difficult and the right thing easier.
It turns my mountain into a priority by throwing curveballs, creating struggle, or affecting my health. Pretty soon I have no choice but to get back on or things will implode… and I don’t like implosions.
So here I am, recovering from sickness and quite a few days of curveballs, getting back on my own mountain and back on my path, and things are starting to fall into place again.