Some Days...

Some days are all up hill in the snow.  Some days my arms get tired of shoveling and my feet get tired of trudging.  Some days I get tired of trying to translate and mediate.

And on those days I am so very grateful for the awesome friends I have.  Some of them help me to shovel, some of them promise me booze at the top of the hill.  But they all go sledding down the other side with me and yell "wheeeeee!" at the top of their lungs!