So, I climbed my first 14ner. And it was great. I think back as to how i came to want to climb a mountain like that, and as thrilling as actually doing it was, i realized it was missing something.
I came off that mountain that night, feeling stronger, powerful, accomplished, happy, and surprisingly... alone. Yes, i had a great friend do the hike with me, and it felt great to encourage each other and cheer each other on the whole way. I watched as her husband and family greeted her, embraced her, and showered her with their love and pride for their mother and wife. Then I came home to my empty house. My muscles ached. My feet hurt. My entire body was tired, and yet i felt this surge of energy to share with someone close to me... but there was no one here to share with. Of course, I had a couple of text messages from friends, and a phone call or two from family congratulating me, but my 'high' slowly faded.
I know i climbed that mountain for myself. But there's no way around the fact that it just doesnt seem to have the same thrill without someone close to my heart to celebrate with. Someone who knows what that hike meant to me. Knows what i've been through to get there. Knows just how far i've come, and the struggles to get there.
Don't get me wrong... i feel amazing that i checked that item off my list... it just wasn't the 'amazing' that i had hoped for. Do i keep trying to complete my list, knowing the end result may not feel as I had imagined?
All of my 'bucket list' items seem to have a common theme... someone to share them with. I know he's out there somewhere... I just don't know if i'll ever get to share them with him.
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