I’m a type-A kind of human (an ENTJ and Enneagram type 8 if that means anything to you), which comes as no surprise to anyone who’s spent time with me. Couple my natural tendencies with the remnants of traumatic experiences I’ve survived and you get an intense need for control that doesn’t lend itself to sinking gracefully into the unknown. But I’ve been trying to cultivate a sense of patience and ease with the unpredictability of life and there’s been no better teacher on that journey than the mountains. It doesn’t matter how meticulously I prepare, the mountains shut down the best laid of plans, seemingly without rhyme or reason. I’ve had to learn that that’s okay. As glorious as it is to stand on the summit, there’s so much magic in the in-between. A shared snack on the trail. A spontaneous dance party that has music and laughter flowing through your body. The taste of wild blueberries on your tongue. An explosion of stars across the sky as a crescent moon rises. These are things that are easily overlooked in the mad quest for the summit and I want to revel in every single one. What about you?