I took my daughters out snowboarding last week. They’ve been boarding now for three years, and both are amazing. One of my daughters just learned a new trick, and I couldn’t be happier for her. I could feel my heart sing at her achievement. In that moment, the world and all its problems melted away for a sweet moment, watching her progress and have fun with the sport. It’s a moment I’ve been waiting for, and I fully took it in, conscious that this was a milestone.
What happens when you’re fully conscious of the awesomeness of the milestone?