A few years back, my new primary care doctor noted that I am a bit high in sensation seeking. I don’t jump out of planes. I take on harder and harder jobs with high risks. Risks at all levels.

To him, I was like an eagle in a storm. Apparently, eagles are the only birds that love a storm. When all other birds try to flee from a storm, eagles fly right into it. They actually thrive off of a storm as they tend to use the wind of a storm to rise higher in a matter of seconds. That is an amazing part of nature. And, for a few I was like an eagle.

I still am. However, the past few years have been extremely stormy. My wings have been getting tired. Yet, I still try to fly like an eagle.