When I was hiking in Jasper, we stumbled upon a mountainous trail. Just small mountains. They even had a little man-made trail for people to use.
As we were going up, we realized no matter how many small peaks we seemed to have reached, no matter how many flights of wooden stairs, there was another one waiting not too far away.
Again and again, we thought we were almost there at the top—but we weren’t.
When you’re an artist carving her own way forward, it’s almost impossible to know when you’re there at the top.
But when you’re almost there, and the feeling of making something you’re proud of comes over and over again, going to the top no longer matters.
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