Eyes on the Summit

The hum of rain on tin greets my ears as I pack my climbing gear and prepare for a new mountain. The first time I did this I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. But this time it’s different. I know what’s ahead. I remember the cold bitter wind and restless nights waiting for the sunrise. I remember struggling for each breath as the air thinned and the world sunk beneath my feet. I remember the snow cover cliffs and jagged rocks that made the journey so treacherous. How many times was I tempted to pack up my things, give up and just run home to my comfortable couch. But I also remember the summit, the indescribable beauty of sitting on top of the world. There’s nothing like it. 
The first time, I asked myself if it was possible. Can someone like me really climb this rock? Will I ever make it to the top? But now I’m asking new questions, different questions. What is the best path up this mountain? Do I want to take the safest path or the more challenging one? How long will it take me this time? What have I learned from my previous climbs?
Filled with questions, excitement and a bit of dread, I pack my climbing gear. I’m certain of one thing; It’s gonna be a great adventure and I’m looking forward to it. 
 
For a Dyslexic, who never thought he’d finish high school, writing a novel is a mountain. Many never make it to the summit. And I must admit, there were plenty of days I feared that something so lofty was simply beyond my reach. But with each success comes new hope in conquering the next challenge. This mountain, this 2nd novel, is most definitely within my reach. I just have to grit my teeth and do the work. 
 
I must confess, despite my words of confidence. I never could have done any of this alone. The summits behind me would have been dismal failures had I not had help. Don’t let the mountain in front of you get away. I am a testament that anything is possible with a little bit of help and a whole lot of work. The key is clinging to the tenacity deep inside you and never ever giving up.
 
I owe so much to my friends and family who have supported my dreams and struggles. Thank you for your encouragement and support. And to you, my readers, thank you for joining me on this journey and sharing the adventure. You are the inspiration that keeps my eyes focused on each new summit.
 
Pen to paper, I’m finally writing the next one.
Ricky Dean Wyrick