An Exhausting Exhileration

What was it about those mountains that made her want to set out for the horizon and just keep going until she found whatever it was that she was looking for? In a way the mountains represented all the potential she could feel within herself. She knew she was better than this. She could feel it in every fiber of her being; this girl, that was not who she really was. This girl was who she settled for being from day to day because she didn't know just how to tap into her internal potential and change for real. She'd tried to change before, of course, but it had never stuck, not really. And she could feel the real her under her skin, underneath all of that other stuff that always held her back. The real her was beyond those mountains somewhere where only the sunrise would know her name. She woke up every morning feeling like a stranger in that skin. Until the morning she decided it was time to stop looking at the mountains, it was time to become one. And she changed. It wasn't easy and it didn't happen over night, but every day she worked endlessly to become the girl she knew she really was; the one who didn't have to hide behind that same old frame and shape, but the one who was free to do anything and to be anything she wanted to do and be. It made every day an exhausting exhilaration; becoming is harder than it looks.