Why am I at the top of this mountain
Wishing I knew what brought me here
How can I ever be certain
That I have chosen wisely in my fear
Of never accomplishing what I must
To make the world right and just
But as snowflakes swirl around my face
I forget why I am in this place
And stepping out toward a steep slope
I lean into an ice flow and hope
As the worlds swirls past me
My heart soars far into the sky
I close my eyes, and finally see
That there can be more than one “why”
So I have never been snowboarding and haven't been skiing since I was nine, but anything exciting that doesn't involve a sweet toddler melting down for unknown reasons (and remaining inconsolable) sounds fabulous right now.
Happy Monday!
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