I call this one “Snow on a bunch of dead roots on a mountaintop in Alaska.” Speaking of roots, who are you named after? Do you ever draw any strength or inspiration from thinking about this person? I’ll go first (because I have a 30 second head start 😉) I’ve always gone by Benji but I was named after Benjamin, younger brother of Joseph with the multi-colored coat from the Old Testament. All we really know about Benjamin is that his family loved him. My middle name comes from my great grandfather who struggled with health problems, spent his life in poverty, and died young. He did the best he could, but I would imagine near the end of his life it may have been discouraging how little he thought he had accomplished. He died before he had a chance to see the beautiful woman his only child would eventually become, and long before he had a chance to see the incredible family she would raise. Sometimes when I think about her life and the many opportunities that came to her children and grandchildren, I’m humbled by the idea that so many of us owe so much to him and his wife, as they struggled in the face of difficult circumstances. If only they knew what a joyful and fulfilling life awaited her and the rest of us! Sometimes in life the day to day can be discouraging. Switching the lens you’re using and considering what will matter 100 years from now is a healthy practice.