I’m so proud of myself in this picture. So pleased to be me, to be standing where I am, on top of a frozen bog, 1800 feet up in a wind that was surely blowing straight from Siberia.
I’ve seized the day, ignored the negative voices in my head, telling me that I’m not fit enough, too clumsy, can’t navigate. The voices that tell me not to even bother asking anyone else if they want to come along, because nobody wants to go anywhere with me…
Each time I do that, it helps me believe that I don’t have to keep on living in my past; that I’m not that person any more; that I choose my own destiny. Some days I can’t manage it at all. But I reckon each good day’s a bonus.
And tonight we burnt those star-wishes, out in the frosty dark.