Different skills for different stages

There’s nothing quite like that moment I first see “my mountains” when I’ve been traveling and I’m driving home. I come around a curve or crest a hill, and there they are — breathtaking. I always think in awe and gratitude, “I get to live here.”

I just spent a week in Florida at my daughter’s college orientation. It was miserably hot. It’s no wonder Floridians move here. On my last day, it was already a sticky 78 degrees at 7:30 a.m. My air conditioning seemed to never catch up. When I made it home, I opened my car door and my wonderful mountains greeted me with a cool evening breeze and the ability to take a deep breath.

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