Hello, again.

You know when there’s something you should do but you keep putting it off? Other things come up and whatever ‘it’ is just gets pushed further down the line. That’s what writing has felt like to me the past couple months. When I begin to fall silent with recording my words, that’s usually when our day jobs and the work of this house collide into many long nights. But I’m happy to announce as of yesterday, a very big project is now nearly complete (more on that coming soon).

But for now, Gavin’s been called in to plow and salt the roads the last two nights. I don’t know how he stays up all night and day. I’m glad he’s asleep now on this Sunday afternoon. I felt like staying curled up too under the blankets but that nagging voice in my mind finally brought me to my keyboard. And the thing is, once I start, I’m thankful that I did.

It’s frigid cold today. I’m enjoying the warmth of the fireplace though now. January has begun with what feels like a running start into the new year. But before I get too far ahead, I’d like to pause & go back to December, specifically Christmas Eve.

The fog loomed low that morning (and lasted all day). The air was crisp and cool. I suppose I’ve started a new tradition with myself & that is taking a morning run before the hustle & bustle of holiday festivities begin. I started this on Thanksgiving and decided to do so again Christmas Eve morning. The main reason for this is to help clear my head and get some of the pent-up anxiousness out of my body. Spending time with family & friends is a blessing, but when you’re an introvert like myself, it requires a certain level of expended energy that I need to prepare myself for.

I knew I made the right choice in taking a run as soon as I stepped outside. The fog was so thick, it transformed everything into an other-worldly scene. I usually take a right out of my drive-way but this time, I went left and jogged along the back roads of rural America, alone and at peace.

What beauty can be found when we bring ourselves to the place of doing what we know ought to be done.