Meeting Yourself Where You Are At

A Log Cabin of Self Discovery

Lately, this journey has felt like I’ve been constantly trudging through 12 feet of snow with no boots, trying to reach a mountain in my view ahead.

Each inch, I drag my cold and wet feet through the snow, the farther away the mountain seems to move. A little bit of hope and excitement pitters out of the tank in my mind with every step. Dripping like a water droplet from a melting icicle. Slowly but…