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I was standing at Tour de Pier (Bike for Cancer), a very cool event btw, and after singing the National Anthem I stuck around for a bit to see how the event went. One of the instructors had "The Climb" as one of their songs. Not a song I would have normally expected at a spinning event, nevertheless, I was standing there, in the rain, singing along with Miley Cyrus.
Now, I never watched Hannah Montana, nor have I ever really listened to Miley Cyrus. The only other time I have ever heard that song was at an event in Denmark the summer before I left to move to the US. I was immediately brought back there...
I was at a Gospel event at Tivoli Gardens. I had sung on the big stage and was standing there looking at some of the other artists getting ready for their set. I was about to embark on the biggest journey of my life. I was going to move to the US and become a country artist. I remember back then it seemed silly, even to me, to say it out loud. It was only a little bud of a dream, but I was passionate and determined. I was saying goodbye to friends, to my homeland. I should have been sad but I wasn't. I was excited. I was so ready to go prove myself, to embark on my new journey.
During the intermission, "The Climb" came on. I don't know what it is about that song. It's like the lyrics pierce right through me. They did then and they do now. "I can almost see it, that dream I'm dreaming but there's a voice inside my head sayin', you'll never reach it". It brought shivers through me. There I was, about to chase the biggest dream of all, and I could hear that little voice too, saying "you'll never reach it". The doubt within the determination. I remember looking up the song, to see who performed it. Kinda surprised to see it was Hannah Montana. As I listened to that song, I felt like I was ready to take on the world, regardless of the outcome, I was ready to live the life I choose. And that it didn't really matter how far I got, as long as I tried.
This time, standing in the rain at Lake Union in Seattle, the song hit me again. But this time the song resonated with me differently. It's been almost a decade since that summer in Tivoli. A decade of that journey. A decade of that climb. Mountain after mountain. Reaching parts of the dream and still chasing others. It made me think of all I've been through since then. I realized in a whole new way how much it really is about the climb. I truly didn't care how long it was going to take. It didn't matter what was on the other side. Or if there even is a destination. It is all about making the journey. It really is all about the climb.
"There's always going to be another mountain, I'm always going to want to make it move."