The trip to Utah served as a mental reset. It wasn't a family trip based on someone's health condition. It wasn't a work trip that had me running here and there and suiting up to meet with Tom, Dick, and Harry. It was quiet and cold and snowing and all those zen-like feelings you get from being perched atop a mountain. And speaking of the mountains, they will always remind me of how minuscule I really am, how we only try to survive and thrive at the whims of nature, and how eons will pass and those snow peaked mammoths will endure, cold and silent. As an added bonus, laughter, shenanigans, and hot and cold alcoholic beverages served slope-side accompanied by the warmth of friends served as a balm to my soul that I didn't even know I needed up to that point.
I will endeavor to remember this lesson better in 2015 (y'all hold me to it) and recognize when I need to take a deep breath and a step back, to enjoy myself and the ride, and to reset.