Frustration can be a deceiving beast of burden. This past year I’ve essentially put most of life – at least that which I was previously acquainted with – into a quintessential holding pattern. And any transition, regardless of it’s pace or magnitude is, at some level, an uncomfortable undertaking. However, as I once read by an author who’s name I’ve long since forgotten, it is the highs and lows of life which remind us we are alive. Everything in between is just filler, time which summarizes material we scarcely, if ever remember. Besides, every new experience presents us an opportunity to explore that which we would otherwise remain sheltered from.