Nonetheless, my soul remains on the rolling hills of the Palouse.
I still occasionally find myself crawling out of my chair in my office and lying on the floor, staring up at the white popcorn ceiling, yellowed by the soft light of my lamps, getting lost in the sea of texture, and losing any momentum I had previously gathered.
That’s not to say I’m not appreciative of the things in my life that I do have, it just means I want to take that next step, and continue progressing.
The leafless skeleton of a cherry tree, yet to show any blossoms, stood rigid at the corner of the barn.
Snow awakens a child-like sense of wonder, stoking the adult imagination. It brings you back to memories of building snow forts with siblings on a snow day and heading inside afterward for grilled cheese, chicken noodle soup, and in my sister’s and my case, the thousandth screening of The Wind in the Willows.
I would like to feature someone and their goal in a subsequent post!
Remember, without failure, not only have we not learned a valuable lesson, but when success is achieved, it doesn’t taste quite so sweet.