What a long, cold winter. And I ain't talkin' about the weather, folks. I'm talking about trying to make my way through some brisk (and sometimes invigorating) waters on a quest for great things. Starting in mid-January, I've been writing down my goals for the year each and every single day. Monster goals. Things I've been wanting to achieve for as long as I can remember, but until recently have been doing very little (ok, nothing) to actually work towards reaching. But no longer, mon ami! This is the year that I've decided that the price will be paid...no matter the cost. And I'm only just now beginning to understand how high that price really is. What have I gotten myself into?
But I'm not complaining. On the contrary, I haven't felt this alive in a long, long time. It's ironic to me that in the midst of the hardest economic circumstances that we've been in since we first began Livingston, Inc., I'm more hopeful than ever of there being better, brighter days soon to come. Emphasis on soon, fingers crossed. Hope springs eternal. And work is water to hope, I'm learning. Grow little flower, grow.