I don’t remember if I wrote this already or just *thought* about writing this. There are many parallels between life and picking berries. Sometimes the berries, like opportunities, are just right there in front of you. There really *is* such a thing as “low-hanging fruit.” Sometimes the berries are hiding underneath the leaves. Sometimes the berries aren’t worth picking – they’re overripe, bug-infested or too green. Sometimes it’s not worth the thorns to get the berries. Sometimes you have to get up, move away and look at the bush from a different perspective. And sometimes you just need to go inside and cool off.
Been traveling a lot this year. In fact, I’m on my way to Winnipeg right now. There’s something about solitude while being in the middle of a crowd.