Sunset In Big Cottonwood Canyon

Heading down from the mountains after a long hike/trail run I stopped at this spot late in the evening to stretch and eat a peanut butter, banana and raisin sandwich (my hiking staple). As the sun began to set in the canyon, the mountains to the east glowed orange in the reflection of the setting sun.

I sat and watched the colors ebb and flow over the peaks with the passing of the clouds.

And when the colors began to fade in the east, I turned and looked to the west and was greeted by the most spectacular view:

Mountain Snow Melt

The mountain snow is melting fast now and the rapids are surging.

Silhouettes in a Rainstorm

The Skies Seem So Much Bigger In the Mountains

When the Going Gets Tough...

...the tough go hiking.

Defeated

For the last two months, I have been training and working as a case manager at a call center. I thought it would be good for me and would teach me to be a bit more assertive. But apologizing for situations that I did not cause and getting yelled at for things that are out of my control and that I cannot change on a daily basis is more than I can handle. I have lived that life before. It deadens your spirit. Two and a half years ago I made the very difficult decision to leave it behind for good and nine months ago I set out on a journey to reawaken my spirit.

Working at the call center is hitting a little too close to home for me. I feel the spirit I have been working so hard at rebuilding retreat with each passing day, with each angry phone call. And so I have made another difficult decision and I have put in my resignation at the call center. It may not be the smartest decision to quit before I have another job lined up, but I believe it is the best decision. I deserve better. The spirit that was broken years ago deserves better. And being able to admit that tells me I have grown so much in the last two and a half years and that my spirit is not only still alive but is fighting mightily to be heard.

Lake Florence and Lake Lillian