“We’re so busy watching out for what’s just ahead of us that we don’t take time to enjoy where we are.”

— Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes

Sledding.

We can obsess about how long it took to get to the mountain, how difficult it was to find all our gear, how hard the hill was to climb, how the cold numbs our fingers and toes, how painful the bumps might be, how we might have to pull our little sister out of the snow drift again, and how big a headache we got when that fresh powder hit us in the face.

Or, we can admire the view, anticipate the thrill, be ready to help up our fellow sledder, breathe in the stinging cold, take joy at all the family and friends that stand with us, and revel in the feeling that we are alive.

We can choose how we feel when we stand on the edge of the precipice, sled in hand. We can obsess about all that might go wrong, or we can look forward to riding again. It’s our choice every time we go sledding.

And it’s our choice every day in life.

Yesterday’s gift of time … Took the kids sledding on Mt. Hood.