benefit of my experience….

on November 11, 2009 in things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with 3 comments by

I have come to a point on the path of my life where I finally have a good view of my past. I knew it was coming. I have been climbing upward for years and I knew that when I finally reached the top I would be able to look down on all that I had done before.

And now that I’m here I’m amazed that I endured it all. I’m baffled by the will I must have had when I was younger to be able to overcome the obstacles laying across my path. To have had the courage to go around all those blind turns without knowing what dangers I might have met. I stand here and look at a path with very few smooth, straight, or even sure-footed sections. It appears to be all rocky and steep and yet, I don’t remember it being as difficult when I was walking it. Then again, my hindsight probably needs glasses these days.

And so I’m standing here at the top of the mountain that I’ve apparently been climbing these last 30 some years and I feel like there should be a party. Like there should be balloons and streamers and a naked gut wearing a lamp shade on his head trying desperately to spell out YMCA with his arms and failing miserably. I feel like I should have invited all of my friends to the top of this mountain for a bash to rival even the wildest of company Christmas parties. I guess I just feel like I should celebrate. Not be rewarded or anything because the accomplishment is it’s own reward. And not a birthday party, because, well, it’s not the accomplishment of getting older. I know a lot of people who have done that with a great deal more grace than myself. I just want a party for all of us, no matter what age, who have finally reached the end of the first big climb and can look back and see how we got here. To be able to see just what chance and fate and tragedy and circumstance have created in all of us.

But here I am, alone now as I was at the beginning of my path, and there is no party. Just me. Just me and the top of the mountain that I have climbed.

And that’s okay. I know inside that I have accomplished a great deal more than age in these last 30 some years and that knowledge sustains me as I look out upon the next mountain I have to start climbing now. I do wish there were signs though. I mean, sure, I made it this far on my own, but I haven’t the slightest clue which direction to go next.

Anyone got a map?

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  1. Brett
    posted on Nov 12, 2009 at 7:45 PM  |  

    Ah… the inevitable question of “Now what?”. No matter the accomplishment or vantage from the peak it always seems to be onward, ever onward.

    Congrats on reaching a summit. Cheers!

    • posted on Nov 13, 2009 at 12:35 AM  |  

      thanks. want to go sledding with me? (it is always the best way to get back down again.)

      • Brett
        posted on Nov 13, 2009 at 6:36 PM  |  

        Why yes. Yes I do. Thanks for asking. Allow me to locate my toboggan.

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