We all have a mountain. A goal so vast it casts a shadow over our days. Its peak is lost in the clouds of expectation, its trails obscured by the fog of self-doubt. We stare up at the impossible climb, feet rooted to the ground—paralyzed not by the journey ahead, but by the sheer scale of the summit. The weight of that perfect outcome crushes the will to even begin.
But the secret to climbing ...
