Climbing The Ladder

One rung after another, hands and feet rising in rhythm; ruthless, relentless and purposeful I climbed the ladder. Upon reaching the highest rung, I looked up and down and knew. I just knew.

My ladder had been leaned against the wrong wall all along.

I had to climb all the way down and move my ladder to another wall and begin again. Write it over. One rung at a time. Climb again. Fail again. Climb again. Fail better.

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