It’s been bitterly cold with plenty of ice, snow and artic winds here in the Midwest (and, in MUCH of the country!) None of this has been friendly to my walks. I’d like to say I’m walking inside but I’m not; I move, stretch & stand as much as possible, but days happen where driving, working and later, reading at night consume me, and I’m just less active in winter than in summer/spring/fall. Ice – and the fear of falling / injuries – will do that to you.
A few months ago, Word Press reminded me of a milestone: 14 years of blogging! (first post here!) I fell away from a regular writing habit a while back – life/work/other things/lack of interest took priority. And that’s ok. I’m at the age where I no longer “should” on myself. (Shoulda done this, shoulda done that, that’s enough of that). But still, 14 years! I’m glad I started and yes, I’ll continue but now, I’ll do it as the mood “strikes.” It struck today.
Looking around, I’ve noticed something: we (Hubbs and I) actively lean into the pause that winter brings. He’s got his sports, politics and current events – I have my work, books, and church; we both have our family, friends and other things going on to keep us as engaged as we want to be. I enjoy this leaning business and the contentment it’s brought. Having joined and becoming active in my church gave me the community I longed for. I can see now how much I missed being part of one, and how all of these experiences have rounded out the edges.
After church today, I popped a ham, a big dish of scalloped potatoes and, separately, a green bean casserole into the oven to cook slowly on a lower heat; the house is cozy, the smells amazing. Sunshine sparkles on the snowbank outside my window, and I’m right where I need to be.
This made me laugh, and I hope it does you, too. Have a great week!









































