January is being particularly January-ish this year. Cold, gray, snowy, icy, rainy, dreary,… long. Sometimes when the weeks stretch on without much sunlight or warmth, it’s hard to imagine spring or summer will ever return. If I’m not intentional about my reining in my thoughts, I can easily slip into despair over the whole situation. …
I’ve had trouble with writing for the past year or so. It’s not so much a case of writer’s block as it is a case of a writer’s conscience getting in the way. Every time I sit down to start a post, I feel a sense of shame about not being the person I might…
I don’t wake up in a good mood. I’m not proud of my Eeyore-like disposition, but I’m typically drowsy, grumpy, and quick to grumble about everything from the weather to my wardrobe at 6:30 AM. My sweet, early-rising, morning-person husband told me recently, “I don’t kiss you goodbye in the mornings right now because I’m…