Climbing ladders had always been a type of adventure for me.
I can still remember the first time I climbed up to my treehouse whose ladder disappeared into the branches of the tallest tree I had ever seen. I wasn’t sure what I was going to find at the top, but I wanted to know, so I’d set out, placing my foot on the first rung and having the courage to continue on and on, up each step, not knowing what came next.
I still had that mentality, but it served me in a different way now, for a different purpose.
I was the sole female on an executive board of men and I had my sights firmly set on the top position. I didn’t care that none of them thought I’d get there, because I knew I would get there and that’s all that mattered. I was going to place one foot in front of the other and climb that damn ladder all the way to the top.
Sometimes a little faith is all you need.
I couldn’t see the top just yet, but I knew it existed.
And that, for me, was enough.