Breaststroking Through the Snow

Duff here, We had significant Snowfall last week. How much? I would go outside, and once again that White Stuff was coming down. After a time, It seemed that The Flakes would never end. Kind of discouraging, If You understand My drift. But on the Flip side, My Winter Wonderland returned. I romp and Play. Make sharp turns and skid. Dive into Snow Piles and come out on the other side. Living unstuck.

This time was a Real Challenge, though. As I survey My world, I am 8″ off the ground. The Mass of snow seemed Insurmountable. I would look over Plowed Edges and only saw more Snow. But I am Intrepid. I smelled a Scent I couldn’t resist. And Breaststroked through the Snow to check it out. I’m not even sure My Paws touched the Ground. But I made progress and reached the Designated Spot. Even Stretched to reach My Goal. Living unstuck.

How about You? Are You an Insurmountable Force? Or have You reached That Immoveable Object? I say: Never give up. What’s the fun in that? Be open to the Impulse of Exploration. I have found It brightens My life considerably. Live unstuck. #unstuck-living#impulse-of-exploration

You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.

—William Faulkner