"So, how are things? How you doing?" I am asked this frequently. A metaphor for the situation is that I am struggling to climb to the ridge, or even to the peak of a majestic mountain in the Sierra. I can remember being above 8,000 feet, both in snow and on the granite in the summer. Every single step toward the crest gets to be a lot of work. Higher, higher....one step at a time, one foot in front of the other. My body gains weight; it starts to feel like it weighs a thousand pounds. I glance upward from time to time—a quick glance. It doesn't help. It's better to watch the ground and....step, pause, pant, step, pause, pant..... I do believe I will finally get there. I have to believe that.
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