One year in the land of 10,000 lakes.
We crossed into Minnesota in an early afternoon in late May, one year ago, after a long 20-hour road trip and with all our belongings in the back of a U-haul truck. I think about our first day here; the drive surrounded by rich green trees and the excitement of new beginnings. Is it innate in all of us the craving of life cycles? The markings of beginnings and endings? I would guess so. When it comes to new year resolutions I have been on both extremes. I have felt the excitement of the clock turning 12:00am on January 1st as I stared at my long list of unnecessarily specific goals and felt a heightened focus which I believed I could carry through the following 365 days. I have also been the skeptic avoider, who resisted any popular pull for the goal setting rituals of the last day of December. The year was 2019, the day December 31st, and as the hours were adding up I decided I would set three goals. One general goal, which was to write in my blog once a month....we know h
