Don’t let the subject title deceive you. A short trip up a little mountain is not enough to really save me from everything I need to be saved from, but I did enjoy it and I did need it and so now I’ll blog about it.

The day began horribly for me. I woke up with a toothache and so I called-in to work, but that wasn’t the only reason. I simply just did not want to go for reasons that I mentioned in my previous post.  Vague, I know, but that’s alright; it’s enough to make the point. The first half of the day I spent job-hunting and feeling like crap. Then when I got home, I just kind of lost it. Not because of the job-hunting (that went the way it usually does — nothing much out of the ordinary) but because I felt the need to be job-hunting. That, on top of a lot of personal woes non-work-related, which I’ll also not go into just because, really caught up with me and I lost it.

After my mini breakdown, I decided to get up and climb a fucking mountain. It was the perfect day: overcast, cool and breezy, the smell of rain in the air, but staying in the distance so we could do the ‘mountain thing’ and not get wet. It was beautiful. I needed to get out and feel the wind on my face. So I took my kids and we drove to Pinnacle Mountain.

And what I got out of today’s visit and why it was different from my visits at the top before, was knowing that my woes and all the things that break me, are nothing compared to the beauty and power of nature and the world.  Jobs are nothing. Bills are nothing. The things we are forced to do in order to ‘live’ are nothing.

They only become something when we let them.