My hands are freezing, though the sun is shining.
It’s spring, but today feels like winter.
This is my March Madness, this seemingly giant step back, after weeks of enjoying previews of what's to come.
And it's tempting me to spend the day in bed ignoring the world, instead of facing it.
I’m tempted to give up, instead of attempting to conquer
Still, I'm alive. And awake.
And there's no turning back now.
There's only moving forward, even if it's reluctantly, begrudingly, or painfully sloooowww going.
I don’t have any real wisdom to offer on this day, while I shiver in my sweatpants, unsure what the rest of this week will throw at me.
Life can seem cruel sometimes, the way it catches us off guard, peppering bittersweet moments – or chills – into otherwise perfectly lovely afternoons, seasons.
We may never understand why the ups and downs come, or be prepared for them when they do.All we can really do is:
And that is precisely what I intend to do.
I'll just keep breathing... keep mustering up just enough courage to survive these last chilly days... keep trusting that warmer weather is ahead...
And I really hope you'll join me.
Keep trying to change the world for the better, in big and small ways.
Through sharing stories. Sharing struggles.
Sharing songs, hearts, coffee…
And most importantly Hope.
Cold days like this, that's what I need most.
Faith that if I can just keep breathing, believing, the sun will return to thaw my frozen hands and heart.