I decided many years ago that I would never give in to winters manipulations. A couple years ago, I went as far as wearing flip flops for the entire season. I think my ways need some changing. This is the first year that I have been forced onto the bus...which means lengths of time standing outside. I must admit, there were many times that I decided not to wear boots (the boots that I don't own) or a jacket and regretted it...deeply. Now, it is nearly the end of the season, and I have had a cold for two weeks straight. I guess I deserve it, and I am not asking sympathy from anyone. I tried praying for the Lord to make me better, and I feel as though he laughed in response. Were I a child, begging my mom for some aide in my woes, she would have laughed too. Sigh...
I just long, with everything in my being, for spring. I miss walking. I miss the waterfront. I miss flowers and green leaves. Soon, Bethany, soon. I am angry at snow. We are not talking.
I got a job at First Choice. Don't get jealous. I really like it. At least I know that I am good at what I do. My poor fingers are all chopped up because of it. You should see them...
I have been really outrageously blessed this week. From Saturday to Friday...everyday something surprisingly spectacular happened showing me that I am taken care of. I have done nothing to deserve it...It is kind of like when a husband and wife fall into routine...I feel like I am being woed back into love. Its nice...not gonna lie.
Well, I need to go write a song.
Peace.
