A little over three years ago in Norway, I climbed a mountain. I nearly didn't make it. Asthma, bronchitis, burning sun, steep slopes, snowfields prone to breaking apart under my feet and icy, icy wind almost necked me. Back then, I made it to the top, looked down over the world that lay at my feet and the road I'd come, and cried.
Yesterday, I reached another mountain top. I didn't fall to my knees and cry this time, but it was a very near thing. The climb lasted a year rather than a day and the challenges I faced were not the same (though there was in another bronchitis involved). There were moments when both mountaintops seemed equally impossible to reach, there were moments on both mountains when I cried and didn't want to go on, there were moments on both climbs where I cursed myself and my many shortcomings and felt left behind by those climbing ahead of me. And yet again, due to the unending support of everyone around me, due to the people who gave me a hand up when I needed it, those who gave me support, a shoulder to lean on and a joke to laugh about and due to not a little good, old-fashioned, bone-headed stubbornness on my own part, I made it once again. The top has been reached, the hardest part done. From here the only way to go is down.
Down has always been easy for me.
In other words, yesterday I had the presentation from my master thesis and the evaluation of my internship. Presentation went far from good but that's no less than I'd expected but I have a 7,5 out of 10 for my stage, and got a lot of compliments. I can be very proud at what I did at my internship these last 7 months (The story of my climb three years ago can be found here btw :) )