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we don't choose our battles, but we choose how we fight them.

to say that any of us are in our current circumstances as the outcome of our choices is to look at a sphere and call it a circle. while our decisions are a part of the battles we fight, there is much more.
In the fell clutch of circumstance       I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance       My head is bloody, but unbowed. ~Henley
in a world of social media and photos, it seems everyone is running or training more than we are, playing more, is skinner, has more friends. we want to be the more that we see. the battles behind the images - that some are posted days or weeks later, or were from a 30 min jaunt, etc tend to make us believe that we're missing something - we can't attain what we see.


some of our battles are unseen - some of our battles are internal - depression, anxiety, abuse, parents or family members requiring our constant care. other battles are visible - chronic sickness, injury, lack of finances, single parenting.
while most of us could wallo…

a new year; a wasatch akitu

“Think now history has many cunning passages, contrived corridors, and issues, deceives with whispering ambitions, guides us by vanities. …The tiger springs in the new year. Us he devours.”
another new year startled us today. somewhere between the late night meandering into a warm bed, after the clock already struck a replayed chime marking the change of calendar (for, we can DVR the change of year and play it in every time zone,) and after the morning coffee, sunrise, prayers, or routines—the time has changed, and so have we.
the Wasatch is a flurry, the new recreational pursuits settling into it as the heavy snow settles onto it. it has been a dense year of both snow and increased use of the snow.
although this mountain range sits above a major metropolitan area, it retains pockets of wild refuge still hidden from its’ own mountain refugees. these pockets of frozen time are still filled with change. no man steps into the same Wasatch twice, for it is not the same Wasatch, nor is it the…