February 19, 2014
I might walk to work today. Finally the temperature is above freezing. Extreme cold robs me of pleasure in greeting the day. It seems harsh and dangerous. My mind goes into survival mode, with the accompaniment of anxiety. Daylight savings time is 21 days away. The sure sign of spring. Last year, my spring was absorbed in sorrow and anger and grief. I chose busyness as my coping method. I pounced on engaging myself in this new entrepreneurship, which I don't regret. But this spring, I'll remember dad from enough distance to hold blessings and losses together. Balance is better.