Today I had what has become a typical occurrence: While walking on a new route I encountered a massively steep hill in my way. (I mean, practically vertical.)
When we first moved here, every hill was incredible. There always came this "this can't be serious!" moment. Now that I've been here a while, I find a massive hill in my path and readjust my bag, (possibly remove my jacket) and forge on, one foot in front of the other.
Today, as I leaned forward and looked at my feet (instead of the path ahead), I thought, this could be a metaphor for life and this is how I'd like to tackle them. A hill pops up in my way, I adjust, stay present and forge ahead.