I look out my window. The sun is shining. I feel lighter than I have in weeks. Despite my weight loss during the past few months I've been pretty "heavy" of late.

Today it lifted; ever so slightly.

For the past week or so, I've been kind of down. Just overworked I guess. Sometimes I feel as though I've been climbing up a very steep hill for a very long time. I don't know why I expect plateaus to just happen all by themselves. Last week I decided that it was time to take a break, the first one in over three years.

Sometime it's all I can do to just hold on. Sometimes it feels like I'm hanging on by a thread. But today spring is in the air, and  it vibrates with new life. How I love it with all my heart, even when things sometimes just freeze over with doubt. It always wakes me up again and I am amazed by the beauty of it.

Even though we will never know if there is a creator, we can look on  and be in awe, and know that there is goodness and know that there is this miracle we call life.

Now, where was I?