When faced with a real mountain I’ll hike up the trail to get to the view, the trout stream, the summit, the goal, whatever it may be.
I’ll hike with tired legs, heavy packs and blisters to reach my goal often only to remember that tops of mountains are windy, cold, really high up and I hate heights. That’s alright though, next time I get a chance I’ll trek the trail again.
It’s possible I just really like the challenge of a goal.
When faced with a mountain of laundry however I’ll turn and walk the other way.
Maybe that’s because laundry has nothing on the adventure and beauty of hiking new trails.
Or maybe it’s because one can’t “summit” the laundry mountain because there is always more laundry and no one likes an unattainable goal.
What’s your least favorite “mountain” to climb?