If not for the elk trails, we would have given up for sure. Our feet sank deep into the spongy earth, following the tunnel-like trails through the brush. The sword ferns grew so tall – above our heads in many places – that we could only see a few feet ahead. Any moment we expected to come face to face with one of the resident elk.
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Although most of us manage to make it through that first day back at work after a vacation, for example, what about the less urgent stuff? What happens on week three after leaving off your training plan, diet, or whatever good thing you’re doing for yourself? Or, in the case of the self-employed artist, walking back into your mess of a studio after some time away, stacks of blank canvases staring reproachfully from the closet.
Luckily, there’s a solution to all that, at least one that seems to work for me.