Sometimes the best way to move forward is to go back. Go back, into the experience of your life, and remind yourself why.

Go back and remember why you're where you are, why you're doing whatever you're doing. Go back and remember what truly matters to you.

In your mind, go back to a time and a place when life felt positively magical. Realize that the magical feeling is still very much a part of you.

See that now, too, is magical. Understand that your best possibilities are with you even now.

Go back and appreciate all the good things you have ever had. From a deep and profound sense of gratitude, know that in this very time is the potential for more joy than ever before.

Go back, and see that all the goodness that ever was, still is. Now, carry all that goodness with you as you continue to move positively forward.

-- Ralph Marsto

This morning I got up and wasn't necessarily feeling my own sense of inspiration. I can't help but get down every now and then when I don't feel a real forward movement. That sense was quickly redirected when I did a little morning devotional and came across this reading. Hope you enjoy and have a wonderful Sunday! :)

Where you're going...

Come May, I’ll have lived here for three years. In the past two of those three sets of 365 days, the idea of moving has loomed over my head like a gray cloud. So many friends have come and gone. Almost to the point when I meet someone new the thought of, “well, they’ll go onto something bigger and better soon so why get too close” would always cross my mind. I feel as though in the past few months I have been tested a lot and the once gray cloud of feeling the need to leave, has now seemed like the silver lining of motivation to progress to something a little more sustainable, meaningful, and basically something more real.

Don’t get me wrong; there is nothing I know that would give me a bigger smile than a great day on skis, bike, or foot in the company of the mountains. However, I’ve come to realize that this is the problem. I don’t know what else would make me happy…and I find myself not happy if I don’t get to play in some way each day. In a way, this is a bit of a selfish outlook on life. Yeah, it’s fun...but whom am I really sharing it with? Where will it take me? 50 years old, working 3 jobs, a jeep full of gear, and probably some great photos of some great experiences. What won’t be captured in snap shots would be wedding cake smashed onto my face, crowded car family vacations, opening the door of a first home, a repulsed child’s face the first time he or she tries vegetables…. these are the images that are worth more than a powder day.

In a perfect world I would have the best of both worlds, but in reality I feel as though I need give a lot more than take to eventually get the happy medium I think I deserve.