Lately, I’ve been going through a bit of a shift in my thinking patterns. Maybe it was the free mindful course I went through, years of various dives into meaningful non-fiction, growing up a bit, or the various goals and intentions I set for myself. Whatever it was, I’ve felt more content in life.

So we’ve had the winter with the least amount of snow ever: It’s okay, I’ll enjoy warm days and never having to shovel snow. My to-do list always seems to get longer: That’s not a problem, I’ll do what I can and try to prioritize. My business isn’t really progressing: I’ll pivot to something that will more closely match what people need instead of what I want to do. Children can be frustrating: I’ll focus on being patient and firm and not controlling their behavior when I really can’t anyway.

Acceptance of life’s disappointments is very hard to learn. Serenity seems so out of reach sometimes. But I find that if I focus on living the best I can and not worrying over everything that isn’t important, to truly give myself grace, it is possible.

We did go up to Tibble Fork again this year. So little snow, but we did get some play time in.