I’m working on a lot of projects that, if I settle my mind and rest in them, I can make a positive impact on the world, at least my world, which is where the whole rigamarole begins.

My journey, which I now refer to as my first flight, seems to have come full circle. What a fitting time to be moving into the winter again. I feel the most prepared for it than I have ever been in my life. I’ve always run from the cold, the death, the letting go of it all.

I look forward to letting the gratefulness of yesterday take me into the new year, to let the little and the big victories benchmark my testimony of God’s goodness and grace.