A Windchill Grind

by bxrtley

When the windchill factor is added to the arctic temperatures of your hardship, it makes you want to cry. The wind literally whips against your face and you begin to weep silent tears behind your knitted scarf of productivity. They are not tears of sorrow. They are tears of the grind. As winter has finally introduced itself with an icy handshake, let us grip back with confidence and a firmness that can only come from a commitment to get it done. Don’t let the season determine your level of output. Brave the cold. Face the wind. Cry. Keep moving.