Sometimes, in the grand scheme of things, you find yourself waiting for landmarks. It’s like playing a game of mental hopscotch where each small goal becomes a stepping stone to endure the bigger picture. So there I was, fixated on reaching the “creek crossing.” It was more than just a point on the map; it symbolized our halfway mark. Yet, with the whisper of the creek in the background, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we still had a long, long way to go…
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