I’ve spent many months trying to figure out a way to write about this specific location..

I think I’ve got it..

Here it goes

Los Angeles, the city of angels

has an allegory regarding its hills..

Beverly Hills..

Hollywood Hills..

Sunset Hills..

Pelican Hills..

Beverly Park..

The more narrow the roads,

the more twisty the way up, ,

the higher up the homes go,

obviously the more valuable the house..

But there’s a correlation between,

the difficulty it takes to get to your home,

and the difficulty to the work required to settle into that home..

That the height of your home, matches the height of your vision and goals..

And the roads tell your story..

Mount Olympus

I’ve been doing this a little over a year now,

for some great cardio,

I drive up to my dream home,

park my car,

walk all the way down to the main road

and turn around and go right back up..

Now after doing this a handful of times,

i started to realize I was onto something worth writing about..

Specifically when I brought someone with me, and she asked

“Why don’t you just park at the bottom and walk up?”

I feel I always had the idea, but never put it together until I made it an answer..

This is why..

I always drove there just to see the home,

that’s a given..

Then I started doing my cardio there..

Looked around to get a feel for the neighborhood..

I’ve talked about how much I include visualization,

I wave at others when I pass, as if I live there..

I smell the air..

I imagine, that when I’m pulling up, I’m pulling in from the work that preceded..

I imagine my family inside waiting for me..

Some friends over for the weekend waiting inside for me..

My goal is this home,

I set my goals up there,

and I walk my fat ass all the way down,

then all the way back to my top..

Everyone can do the walk, down

everyone loves the walk down

its quite pleasant

its beautiful and scenic

it’s easy

But..

Nobody loves the walk, up

when the only scenery is your feet simultaneously switching in front of you..

right.. left.. right.. left..

ironically, the walk down is the story

everyone loves to hear the stories,

the accolades,

the accomplishments

(the walk down)

not ever fully getting the taste of the walk up,

the struggles in between

the dues paid,

the doubt

the day to day

the sweat

(the walk up)

And it’s reasonable..

If there’s anybody that gets it,

I do,

I get it.

Quite frankly,

they live atop the rest,

who quit too early

who didn’t work as hard

who stopped the walk up when it got too hard..

Even in today’s times with people fleeing California with their families and leaving their homes and building blocks behind to build somewhere else,

when it comes to Los Angeles,

you either pay the price

or you don’t.

Now when it comes to why I do this,

I look at it as training my mind to not quit,

to set your goal at the top,

and take that pleasant walk down,

all the way down,

so you can see and feel what you’re working with,

then turn your ass around,

and take those fucking steps due ahead,

until you get back to where you set your goal in the first place..

I have no damn choice btw, I fucking parked my car up there😂😂

I’ll get back to that house,

I’ll get to that house..

And I’ll take a kick ass view on the way😉