I have been navigating choppy waters that felt more like a pileup on the American football field over an extended, relentless period. So much so, that I admitted to my coach that I'm really tired and I have run out of fight. And what did I find at the bottom of the barrel as I sat just breathing and observing? Rays of sunshine peaking through the grey clouds warming my nearly frostbitten face, fingers & toes. People. One offering a listening ear of comfort, encouragement & laughter like that warm blanket I was missing. Another offering answers to questions & ponderings I hadn't sufficiently formulated that I needed. And another just excited about life and the many possibilities like a Tigger to an Eyeore. A smile, and a look in the eyes to say, I see you, you matter, there's still something of value here, all is not lost and this is not the finalé. And with a deep inhale and exhale I was resuscitated and back on my feet.