Cold hands, warm hearts.

There is a place... somewhere between almost ready to throw in the towel and a second wind. It is right after you decide you may just have to give up and right before you breakthrough. It starts when you are over it. Thinking only about exit strategies. Mediocrity is no longer an option, you are looking for straight up failure, and not the good kind. It feels like there is nothing left in the tank, running on fumes. Then something funny happens. A smile starts to spread to your lips. A feeling in the core of your chest grows. It's warm, this subtle glow that comes over you.

That is it. That is what gets us through. Reminds us that nothing we do is too much for us. Yes, it may not be sustainable but us, you and I, we are the creatures that get to that place of end of the road and find our reserves, our fresh legs, and we pull up our socks and we do what needs to be done. Often we do it so well that we astound ourselves, yes, like doing accounting in a cold arena at midnight on a monday. Often what we produce in these moments of darkness surprises us and we keep them stored safe in our minds and hearts for the next time we are asked to do more than we expect of ourselves. We keep them like shining jewels, to be pulled out and admired from time to time to remind us of who we really are. These are the moments when we re-set how high the bar is. When we learn what we can truly push ourselves to do.

"We do not remember days, we remember moments" -Cesare Pavese