Hiking up the rim of a glacier half way through your fiftieth year can take your breath away, literally. So can the view that greets you when you join your fifteen year old son and your seventeen year old nephew at the top. It would have been so easy to say no, to listen to all the reasons that I shouldn’t step out of my skis, hoist them over my shoulder and start to climb. So easy to say, you two go ahead, I’ll meet you at the bottom. You can tell me all about it. That climb, that challenge, that risk - that’s not me anymore. Except it was me. All of it. That possibility, that adventure, that unknown but about to be revealed moment. So, I said yes, let’s go. See you up there. It may take me a while longer, but I’ll get there. And I did. Huffing and puffing and laughing at how much slower my climb was than theirs and filled, filled to bursting with gratitude for the stunning sight that greeted all of us. Saying yes to who we truly want to be takes courage. It requires saying no to feeling small, powerless, and unworthy. Saying yes to the life we really want to live takes grit and steely resolve and a healthy sense of humor. The view at the top makes it all worth the effort. I promise.