When I walked into the kitchen this morning the microwave clock stared back at my and read 5:00.
Huh?!?!? I thought, all bleary-eyed.
But yes, it was 5 in the morning. I have no idea why I was up at that hour. I thought certain my alarm had gone off, the alarm set for 6 a.m. Nope. I must be hearing or imagining things.
No surprises there.
So I am up and I guess I’ll stay up. I have wanted to update this blog for a while now, and with the extra time this morning, I hope I can pump out something worth posting.
I saw that line on a church marquee yesterday — “April is the promise that May will keep.”
The temp outside is 36 degrees with snow flurries in the forecast. This isn’t entirely abnormal. Seems like there are always a few cold days in early spring.
On the 19th I finished a 10-week online class called, Writing the Personal Essay. I walked away from the class with three 3,500 word essays, and I’m exhausted. I took last week ‘off’ to rest and figure out where to channel my writing next. I’m flying in circles with the loss of a directional tool.
To put it mildly, I’ve had ‘issues’ with my Dad in the past.
But on December 30, 2016 as he and I talked on the phone about the new year, he said to me, “Robin you are on a new train with a new conductor.”
Twenty-two days into 2017. Outlook good.
I’ve been working on a list of intentions and a few ‘words’ to keep in mind for the New Year. My intentions are sort of like resolutions, but I don’t see them as things that only apply to 2017. I see my intentions as ways of life for me moving forward.
In going through some papers in my office I found a giant sticky note where I listed my 2016 resolutions. All two of them.
One of the items on my wish list for Christmas this year was new slippers. My old ones, that I absolutely LOVE, are falling apart. I thought ‘Santa’ might like to pick out a new pair for me.
On Christmas morning, low and behold, I got new slippers. I opened them all excitedly because I couldn’t wait to see what my new slippers looked like. I couldn’t wait to see what ‘Santa’ chose.