And when you reach the top of the mountain, what do you see?
More mountains. More rivers. If you look closely, a few rainbows. For those of you old enough to remember phonograph records, this is where the needle skips and skids across the grooves in a high-pitched screech.
©2012 Patricia Scarborough 6x8 oil, Into the Woods
Scale that mountain. Wade that stream. Track down that elusive rainbow.
Can you imagine what those folks who drug wagons and families over the front range of the Rocky Mountains thought when they reached the top and saw more rocks and cliffs, peaks and crags as far as they could see?
I’ll tell you what they thought. They gathered their fears, doubts and dreams together and sat down to rest. And then they said, “okay, let’s get going”. And they did.
© Patricia Scarborough 6x8 oil Sandhills Trail
It’s been a grand climb so far. Being a solo-preneur has been more satisfying, challenging, exciting, scary, ridiculous and sublime than I ever imagined.
As I write this I am preparing for my last exhibit of 2012 at the Norfolk Arts Center in Norfolk, Nebraska. At the same time, I’m preparing for several other events timed to coordinate with the coming holiday season.
It’s been a grand climb so far, and I’m feeling a little weary today. Heavy clouds have blanketed us against the summer sun. It feels good today to curl up and rest.
© Patricia Scarborough 6x8 oil Fresh Light
So I will. And in a few days I’ll gather myself up against the next magnificent ascent with renewed vigor and excitement.
Many of you are hard at it, challenging yourselves daily to climb the next mountain range. How do you keep at it when the phonograph needle starts to skip?