I'm trying

I'm trying.

I really am.

But sometimes I get tired of trying and it just seems easier to give up.

For example:  I have been trying to go to sleep for the past hour, but I just gave up.  It was easier, you know?  Shawn is a snorer and I have found ways to cope with that.  Earplugs are now my best friends.  But he recently developed a new sleep disorder in which he randomly and unconsciously jerks his legs around while he is sleeping thus eliminating all chances of me falling blissfully into slumber myself.  I'm sure there is a name for this condition.  Doctors love to do that.  They assign names to the weird things our bodies do so we can have some validation that there is indeed something wrong with us, but alas, there is probably nothing we can do about it.  But thanks for asking, please pay your copay on the way out and have a nice day.

In a lot of ways this little story is an analogy of life.  My life.  I try and I try, but sometimes feel like there is no hope of success.  I would rather go around that mountain in front of me instead of climbing it.  But then I remember that I won't be able to see the view from the summit if I don't do the climb.  And at that point it's possible that I might break into song---Julie Andrews, NOT Miley Cyrus, just so you know.

Where was I?  Oh ya.  Climbing mountains.  Being tired.  So maybe it's time I sat down on the trail to catch my breath.  I'll get over the sleep problem, but other problems seem particularly difficult at the moment.  So I'll take a break, unload some of my burden and ask for help.  Because we have guides, right?  People around us ready to take our hands and help us up.  And one thing is for sure;  I am not the only one on this mountain.  And I won't be the only one at the summit.

So I keep on walking.