Hope. I finally figured out that I am not hopeful in things under my control, like training or racing, or large projects around the house, etc. ~My mind wanders and I think of dimples.
Jack Frost, Banana Belt, PIR, Mt. Tabor in the spring with thoughts of California in the summer. ~My mind wanders and I think of a sultry voice.
This year was more, and less, of what I prayed it would be. I did not get anything done on the yard, but I am in the best off-season shape I've been in for the last 20 years. I helped others this year to a new personal height. I was reacquainted with friends I have not seen in 25 years. A full, satisfying year.
With 2012 rapidly approaching, I look at my arch nemesis in the face. There we stare into each other’s unforgiving eyes, each of us unwilling to back down; as I ponder if this is the year I defeat my ultimate rival. I knew him as a very young child. He fooled me, taunted me, and beat me into submission so many times I gave up long ago and stopped believing in what he stood for. But, for some unknown reason - or maybe it is faith, here I am, staring him in the face again once more. Could this be the year I defeat him and learn how to Hope once more?
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