There it is…the little annoyance about yourself that nags, and haunts and mocks you. It is that one trait that stays in the back of your mind. It is that one part of the body or characteristic that is so undeniably “you” yet you wish it weren’t. It is that aspect of life that sits in front of you that …


Sometimes mountains cross our paths…sometimes it is just one often if can feel like a range of them. How do you summit? Do you keep walking. Do you stop and turn around? Do you take step…take three breaths and take another?