There was a story I heard that has stuck with me for some reason. I'd like to share it, if that's ok.

A preschool teacher was talking with the kids in her classroom about colors and what they represent. She asked the kids what color represented "hot" and most of the kids were in agreement that it was red. And the teacher agreed. One little boy stood up and said that the color of hot was blue. The teacher didn't agree and told the boy that hot was red.

He explained to her, that is you look into a fire there IS red, but if you look deep into the at its hottest point, it's blue. Blue is the color of hot.

We love to build fires and sit outside in the fall and winter. One night we had a beautiful fire and that story came back to me. I looked into the deepest/hottest part of the fire and it was indeed blue.

For some reason it gave me peace. Most people, I would think, might say that the color that represents peace might be blue. It is for me. Not trying to be all physco/whatever - but now when I get in a hard place trying to work through stuff, I think about that.

If the fire isn't hot enough, you don't see the blue part, the peace. That doesn't make the hard place easier for me, it just gives me hope for peace in the midst of it.

That may be too out there, but I wanted to share it. Hope it makes sense.

I've never really had to commute very far. I guess the longest was probably 20 miles.

What are 3 words to describe what you see for yourself in 2017?