No, I haven’t trekked 1000 miles across a desert.

I haven’t hauled a huge pack up a mountain on a soul searching pilgrimage. But I have crossed the Pyrenees, alone. I have learnt to rely on myself, and through it I have learnt that I am rather dependable actually, I am capable. I’m my own kind of brave.

Maybe this was my mountain and I have reached it’s summit, but I can see in the distance there are many more. And I will attack each of them knowing that I can because I finally believe in myself.

No, I haven’t walked 1000 miles across the desert. But I have been deep, deep underground, I have sunk so low I never thought I could dig myself out. But here I am emerging from the canyon. And that is enough, for now at least.