It seems fitting that at this point in my life, I have situated my home at the base of the Little Sister in Canmore, Hope.  Following a very dark period in my life, which began shortly after my first wedding anniversary, but culminated in the past two years, I have emerged hopeful. I can fully define the boundaries around my relationships and my work, but retain hope that within both partitions of my life, there will be those know and trust who I really am.

I have spent the last year redefining who I am in my career and in my marriage. In both venues, I made mistakes early on, but I am trying hard to repair what was lost by my immaturity.

I have learned to face what is rather than what might be.  And now, my hope is dependent on the actions of others.  In both cases, I have fully accepted the consequences of others not embracing my changes.  I will have to move on.  There will be a period of adjustment, but there will be hope again.

I know that I will continue to make mistakes, but I will not allow others to chip away at my core.  If I maintain my principles and have empathy for others, then I will have achieved success. I have the humility to know that I won’t always succeed and the strength to do the best I can.

This mountain does not cast a shadow in my life.  Instead, I live where the sun strikes it and radiates a path forward into the wide world.