Sometimes the literal and the figurative collide.

For me, incorrigible daydreamer that I am, it is a rude awakening when this happens such as now, such as when I am climbing up the side of a mountain with crampons attached to the bottom of my boots and a ski pole in each hand-- just to walk my dogs. With the 800 inches of snow that we have (and oh, hello, as I type this to you? Another 10 inches is coming down all around us) my daily walks have turned into climbing expeditions, which, you know, wouldn't be so bad if I was into that kind of thing.

Let me be clear. When someone, most unwittingly, suggests we go rock climbing for a fun weekend adventure, my first impulse is to club them with a full bottle of chianti.

And yet, every day. Up the snow and ice covered mountain, I trek.

Back home, out of my gear, the projects, work and projects, projects and work, and projects seem insurmountable and then, just as I have gotten my head around it, without exception, it will begin to snow.

Such has been the winter of 2008. I am so happy about the projects I am engaged with, but they are packed with delays, frustrations, miscommunications, etc-- and it feels right now all I am doing is climbing a mountain with no end in sight.

That's why I particularly resonated with this small quote I found chez Sepia Art Studio.

"Whatever the struggle, continue the climb.
It may be only one step to the summit."
-Diane Westlake

I don't even know who Diane Westlake is. Guess I need to go google her. Wait, let me add that to my list of. things. to. do.

But, before I go meet my new boyfriend, Sisyphus, let me share one thing I did recently that was pure fun. I was interviewed by the amazing Christine Mason Miller for her website Sparkletopia which is, as you all know, a place I would like to live. Yes, I want to pack my bags and move to Sparkletopia-- they'll let me bring in three dogs, don't you think?

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