This boy is done sledding... for now.

From 9pm till midnight last night, there was sledding. Why sled? Why not? It's awesome. And silly me prophesized to you dear blog that I would find everything I needed in that adventure. I did.

There's something about returning to 12 years old 12 years later. It's unfair to say that it was pure sledding, but in fact also hunting for metaphors. Nonetheless my sister Beth, her friend Keith, and I set out for fun! And oh man did we find some.

After sledding the traditional Nagel Hill run next to the house, we set out for the unknown: The gas pipeline clearing next to the Candor-Owego school bus turnaround. Basically it's a clearing 50 yards wide running all the way down Anderson Hill. Lo and behold at the bottom of this hill was wonderfulness; a steep steep slope then a mini steep hill/bump which equalled FLYING dangerously (almost into a creek!). Fantastic.

After all that, as we were trudging back up the slopes to the car, I found my metaphor. I've been on a great, daring, slightly irresponsible ride down a steep slope of college+youth for the past few years. The last few months were the steepest fun and at the end I was flying, I was high, I was blissfully happier than I've ever been. In November I landed, I wiped out, in fact I literally collapsed. So I've been down lately. But now, now it's time to climb. Happiness is no longer a goal, only a side-affect. To know that in order to find purpose and be satisfied I need to focus, work hard, and earn each step.