i am thankful for...

mountains
jesus
family
solid grounds coffee shop
the bachelorette
cherries
free iced mocha

Winter Song - Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson

this is my winter song to you
the storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea

my voice a beacon in the night,
my words will be your light,
to carry you to me

is love alive? is love alive? is love

they say that things just cannot grow
beneath the winter snow,
or so i have been told

they say we're buried far,
just like a distant star,
i simply cannot hold

is love alive? is love alive? is love

this is my winter song
december never felt so wrong,
cause you're not where you belong
inside my arms

i still believe in summer days,
the seasons always change,
and life will find a way
i'll be your harvester of light,
and send it out tonight,
so we can start again

is love alive? is love alive? is love alive?

this my winter song,
december never felt so wrong,
cause you're not where you belong,
inside my arm

this is my winter song to you
the storm is coming soon,
it rolls in from the sea

my love a beacon in the night,
my words will be your light,
to carry you to me

is love alive?

I would give almost anything to be here right now...

"It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled, or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena; whose face is marred by the dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions and spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who, at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly; so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory or defeat."

THEODORE ROOSEVELT

I want to be the man in the arena. I don't just want to have courage when situations come, I want to seek out situations that challenge me. I don't want to hold back, to wait for things to happen.