The cliche is true — you have to climb the ladder to get somewhere. I’ve been climbing a ladder for a long time now, a ladder that never even seemed like a ladder but rather a never-ending journey into the unknown, all under the pressure of gravity.
So this evening I mingled. And I feel totally confident. And then I think to myself: why didn’t I just think about that when I first started? The solution now seems so simple, but it clearly wasn’t then. Such is growing up.
So now that I’m on the ladder further up than I ever have been, what does it look like? Well from where I’m standing it looks like shit. There is still some much organizing, rallying, etc. to even get to point where my thoughts might matter to other people.
So up I climb, rarely pausing. The ascent is invigorating…