I remember the first time I went snow-skiing. It was a cold, crisp January day in 1993 and my friend, Brent and I had driven to North Carolina so he could teach me how to ski.
We arrived at the base of the mountain, got some hot coffee, and after I got dressed in the obligatory gear, trudged and waddled over to the ski lift. Thank goodness it was working, otherwise that day would have been a disaster. Can you imagine having to climb the ski mountain in order to enjoy it?
Old timers, in order to ski down that beautiful mountain, had to climb it first, and though we’ve benefited from technological advances in many areas (like ski lifts!), the figurative trip to the top for each of us personally must be climbed one step at a time. In life, there are no ski lifts. There are no elevators, no escalators, and no shortcuts to the top of the mountain. There are no overnight successes.