Sometimes we see routine as a grind …
A friend and I walk three mornings a week. Getting my hinny out the door (when it’s dark and bitter cold) is sheer torture. Why do I do it?
The sunrises that celebrate the end of our walks are part of the inspiration that keep me going. Every morning is different, but all are beautiful. There is not a single day I have regretted my accomplishment.
Some things are sheer drudgery, yet , in the end are so rewarding. Can you name one?