Inch by Inch, Row by Row

I've always been pretty honest about the fact that I have no idea what the end of this should look like. "This" being my life, my family, my happiness. Whatever. I'll never know if I succeeded, because I have no rubric. I literally have not a clue what I am doing. But when we bought our cabin in Utah, some truths of my soul started to emerge.

One of these truths is that apparently it is my hearts whole desire to have a sledding hill at my house. Who knew? But when I look back, one of the most anxious parts of winter for me is that I'm never sure where to sled and how to sled or if it's too cold to sled. And then I kind of feel like everyone is hanging out without me! This was of course one of the miracles of the ski hill house in sweet Ouray. But it still wasn't MY hill. I really just need the damn hill to be on my own property!

So ironically, now that we've moved away from the Mountain West, a miracle… I finally have a Sledhill in my backyard LOL

I'll admit that it seems like a really silly standard of happiness. But it's my standard. And I'm sticking to it. Happy day. Happy discovery.