It poured rain for a few hours but now the rain has turned to snow.
Earlier, I watch a pine branch crack and fall, and the branches outside my window are heavy, heavy with this winter snow and ice.
Those branches — they are heavy, but my heart, my heart is light — the day has been busy, as always, but busy in a purposeful, directed way. Here I am again, getting to do what I love with people I enjoy.
And there is this blog post from Ian Shea, with kind words about how I helped him »
I am walking along the edges of a long held and deeply cherished dream.
Building my business and finding work I love represents the fulfillment of one kind of dream, but it’s a discovered dream. In doing it, I identified it. I didn’t anticipate it, or plan it, or even pursue it. This work I do, I found it by serendipity — or it found me. And I do love it.
This other dream is a childhood dream, a dream of becoming a published author and finding my book, my name on the spine, on a bookstore shelf.
And though »
Yesterday, I did not post, breaking my 15 day streak and missing a day on my 28 day challenge.
Today, I am writing early.
There’s no one reason why I didn’t post yesterday. Awake for 17 hours, I had 85 possible 12 minute segments in which I could have written a blog post, but didn’t.
Instead, I answered email, read blog posts, made pancakes, washed dishes, went to Costco, went to Target, went to the library, ate lunch at Chipotle, read books with my daughter, watched a movie, cried during the movie, tried to revive a crashed computer, cooked dinner »