Today I took a hike.
I was out on my walk, having a story meeting with Sean about The Mindmage’s Wrath. It was a fantastic meeting. We talked for hours, like we usually do. And I always end a story meeting really charged up about continuing on whatever book we’re on.
Then, walking back through the Tujunga Canyon, I looked up and saw this hill. Or, technically it was a hill, but you could have called it half a mountain. And I decided, on the spur of the moment, to climb it.
I had to walk through the Wash, a sprawling gravel pit that used to be the bed of the L.A. River, back when it was a river and not just a thin trickle of mossy water. And then I just…climbed the hill. It was steep and hard and utterly exhausting. For some reason, I decided to document the whole thing on Instagram. (There’s a link to the whole saga right here).
And while I was climbing the hill, I realized that a lot of the stuff I was seeing was a metaphor for the journey I’ve taken in my career—or anyone’s career journey, really. Why was that? Is it because the universe is full of patterns that repeat themselves no matter what we’re doing? Or is it because human are just pattern-recognition machines, and we see them even when they’re not there?
I don’t know. All I know is that now I’m exhausted.