It can’t always be the same

Wind’s in the east, there’s a mist coming in, Like something is brewing and about to begin… Mary Poppins, 1964 Photo by Alax Matias on Pexels.com On the ice, when I’m supposed to be perfecting backward chassés, is not the time to start reflecting. But I can’t help myself. I’m not as focused as IContinueContinue reading “It can’t always be the same”