Winter is here & I am beginning to notice that every time I walk outside & feel the icy winter air tickle my face, it manages to warm my soul. Every time I get to class I can't help but have the urge to crawl back into my bed & dwindle away in sleep. However, when that moment strikes me, it always seems like my heart feeds me a spoon perseverance. Although where I want to be in my life seems far away & at times out of reach my heart pulls me through, she never gives up even when I do... And then I remember, "One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful."  -Sigamund Freud