December 1, 2011

A storm is brushing up against us but is not producing much besides high, dry, gusty winds and the waning hope that we might accumulate a measurable amount of snow. 

I have entered the time of year when I leave things on my desk that I just can't complete before 5 o'clock rolls around, and the phone seems to ring almost constantly.  Here is what I have to say every single time I answer: "Thank you for calling Fairmont Heritage Place, Franz Klammer Lodge, this is Kathryn, how can I help you?"  Over and over and over again.  I do like my job, and I like the kind of work I do, and I sometimes cannot believe how much my office accomplishes in a day.  We seem to just churn out... work.  Tasks, projects, tasks, projects.

I had a nice yoga class tonight - small, just 4 people, the regulars and a couple of newbies to my class.  We worked on backbends and I talked about becoming more aware of your level of committment and desire in your life.  What do you want, why do you want it, how much are you willing to invest to get it?  Or the opposite - when you find yourself shrugging something off because the thought comes to you: Huh.  I must not want it very badly.

Perhaps I will write tomorrow morning that an unexpected amount of snow has blanketed the mountains?  I kind of doubt it.  We have slow starts here.  All this talk about the countdown to the mountain opening?  There is no countdown, because we never know when the snow will come.