Last night I dreamt I was climbing my own personal mountain. It was a hard climb, I was on a path that took me up the shadow side side the climb, I was freezing, tired, wet, but I just kept climbing knowing that the summit would be worth the effort. I rounded a bend and there it was, the summit. Far off higher than I expected. The route between me and the summit was worse than the climb I had just undertaken. I stopped and stared, I took in the surroundings and it was beautiful. I could see the summit, I decided to turn around and go back down. My body was too tired both physically and emotionally to carry on upwards. I was cold, wet and miserable and I knew that warmth safety and shelter awaited back home. I thought that I have come this far, further than most people even dare venture up this mountain, and therefore I could turn her. I could see the summit and it was within reach, turning here was ok. In fact I had no choice, it was a matter of survival, I was in no shape to summit. My mind wanted this to stop my body wanted to be comfortable. And at that moment I took another step upwards towards the summit. Somewher deep inside me I knew that I would never live my life fully if I did not press on. My angel would not let me quit so close to the top. It was now or never, another step up. I can do this, another step. My mind and body fought to turn back down but my heart and soul kept pressing forward. Onwards upwards towards the summit.