I started 2018, literally and figuratively, in a new world. As the countdown ended and the lights blazed and the crowd cheered, champagne glasses clinking for 740,000 people four hours after the East Coast dropped its glittering ball, I sat in a bar perched atop a mountain, eyes on distant snowdrifts and mocktail in hand.
Here's to growth, to self-awareness, to endurance. To achievement.
Mountains loomed like colossal granite thrones astride the highway as I rode back to my hotel. Surveying the towering pines outlined against a purple sky, I found myself marveling--not for the first time and certainly not for the last--at the places life has taken me.
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I'm always amazed at where life has taken me when I reflect upon it. That inevitably leads me to pondering about what the future holds if it continues to amaze me with where it takes me.
You are about to be inundated with 'back comments'. I can't believe it has been so long since I got here and commented???? I love your description of the mountains. As you may know, I lived in snow country myself for a number of years...and this brings back such memories...
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