Lowland lupine grows tall and lustrous like my lofty goals—of course I can do it!
But as elevation gets higher, nutrients fewer, the lupine grow shorter, until they reach just inches off the rocky soil.
So too, my lofty goals when I deal with my body's limitations.
What seems truly possible at the bottom of the trail begins to seem downright ludicrous as I ascend.
Doubt—that fiendish beast—climbs aboard, weighing me down. What was I thinking? I'm not good enough, in shape enough, smart enough (all the enoughs) to do this. Whatever THIS is.
Unable to reach my intended destination, I stop, and look down. Right there beside me are those alpine lupine. Let the cold rain pelt down, the mountain winds blow. They do not give up. They grow.