The Mountains / by Leslie

I'm not very good at blogging on the run, but I'm going to try. I am in Canada, without my kids and husband, to see my 88 year old Grandma, spend a day with my sister Jill in Banff, visit my sister Tracy at her new house in Southern Alberta, and help my parents settle into their new house in Medicine Hat. It's family time and even though I miss my own little family, it's actually really nice to have some alone time with these beautiful people. The last five years my relationships with them have been overshadowed by the kids and I am enjoying this immensely.

The picture is heading into Banff, which is in the Rocky Mountains. I miss the mountains. I lived next to them for so many years, drove through them, dreamed about them. It was so nice to be in the mountains again and my sister and I had a great time lounging at a spa all afternoon. It was expensive, but so worth it. Yesterday made a little happy place in my mind that I can go back to again and again. I'll write more about our day soon, it was an item from my Life List, as well as one of the five goals I set for myself at Camp Mighty. 

Here's another fitting quote from Neil Gaiman's Commencement Speech, which I hope you have listened to or read by now.

"Sometimes the way to do what you hope to do will be clear cut, and sometimes  it will be almost impossible to decide whether or not you are doing the correct thing, because you'll have to balance your goals and hopes with feeding yourself, paying debts, finding work, settling for what you can get.

Something that worked for me was imagining that where I wanted to be – an author, primarily of fiction, making good books, making good comics and supporting myself through my words – was a mountain. A distant mountain. My goal.

And I knew that as long as I kept walking towards the mountain I would be all right. And when I truly was not sure what to do, I could stop, and think about whether it was taking me towards or away from the mountain. I said no to editorial jobs on magazines, proper jobs that would have paid proper money because I knew that, attractive though they were, for me they would have been walking away from the mountain. And if those job offers had come along earlier I might have taken them, because they still would have been closer to the mountain than I was at the time."

Everyone should have mountains in their lives. Have a great weekend my friends.