It was like any other typical Sunday.
I woke up - around noon - went downstairs to get breakfast started and tried to formulate a plan on how to go about my day.
On Sundays I usually do my grocery shopping for the week, clean my room (if I feel like it) and go to church to thank the big man upstairs for another day.
But before I could pour my first cup of coffee, I got an unexpected text from my friend.
He said, "You wanna go on a crazy hike today?"
I never turn down a workout so I instantly replied, "I'm so down. Pick me up in an hour."
What happened during and after the hike was...
I can't even describe it in words, but it was a defining moment in my life.
We started our hike at the Hollywood trail. An adrenaline rush came over me when I saw the huge mountain ahead of us. My mind was already made up because I was determined to climb the entire thing - even if it took me the whole day to reach the top.
I didn't realize the difficulty of the climb until I began my journey. I slid a number of times, scraped my hands and knees while trying to go around the branches. And at times, I wanted to turn the other way around and head back to the car.
But my friend kept yelling from a distance, "You're not a quitter, Nancy. Keep going."
So I kept going.
At one point, I came across two paths. I had to take a gamble and choose the path that I believed was going to help me get to the top.
Three hours and a dozen scrapes later, I made it to the top of the mountain.
I climbed through my fears and insecurities. I went around the hurdles and obstacles that were preventing me from reaching my goal.
As I reached the top, I saw the entire city of Glendale overlooking the terrain. On the opposite side of the mountain, I saw the beautiful city of LA shining at me.
When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw my dreams and hopes coming alive.