I am Sisyphus!
I am Sisyphus! 34 years I have hoisted, yanked, rolled and pushed my students up the mountain. 34 times I have made this journey.
The last month is the hardest. The gravel under my feet and my weary body conspire to break me. The fatigue is endless. At the final moment of my labor, I summon my last breath and push. We are there! At the summit! I have no air left for celebration. I nod and smile.
I will collapse for a day or two, to take my rest. Soon begins the season to catch my breath and tend to the tasks I’ve put aside for this moment. For now I will take in this glorious view. Life is always incredible, even if we only recognize it in moments.
In due time, I will return to the foot of the mountain to meet my next year’s boulder. I do not approach this task with dread. I am glad to be chosen. There are joys in each day. Each journey has its unique challenges. The mountain path greets me. It brings me life that I can use along my journey. I am proud of my time on the mountain and that I am Sisyphus.