I’ve been known to cry when I’m happy.
Like when I’m really, really happy.
It’s because a small part of me can’t help but wonder if this is the happiest I’ll ever be.
And the last thing I ever want to do is peak.
Peaking is just one step away from sliding.
So I’ll cry.
Then I’ll wipe away my tears and look for a higher mountain.
361 blog posts down – only 4 more to go (until I peak or find a grander mountain)…