My interpretation of The Second Mountain ⛰ metaphor

This story sums up my fickle, yet whimsical transition of the past 2 years of quitting my job and starting for myself.

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Once upon a time , there was a woman who prepared her whole life to climb that one mountain. Why she needed to climb this mountain, she did not know 🤷🏼‍♀️ , but she was not the only one. Years of preparation passed, and on the day of the climb, she could feel a sensation of unease in her body, but set it aside and started to climb. When she finally reached the top, it didn’t give her the satisfaction she was hoping for ❌.

She descended feeling shaken and uncertain 🥴. 'Why did I want to climb that mountain in the first place?' A massive storm passed and another stunning, fierce mountain appeared. 'This is my mountain' It was the first thing she had ever felt so sure about 💯

Yet, this mountain had not been climbed so often before. Others tried to discourage her, which made her feel nervous. The climb was challenging, and there were many moments when she questioned ⚠️ whether she had made the right choice.

But when she reached the top of his mountain, it was the best feeling she had ever felt 💥🦸🏼‍♀️