Ah, I guess it won’t be a snowless winter after all. A few inches, not a big deal, but we were out in the burbs at my mom’s where snow plows come when they come so we all used that as an excuse to stay home. The girls played in the snow while my dad used his electric snow blower to shovel the driveway, Mark rested as he was dealing with a rare 24 hour flu of some sort, and I squirreled myself away for the whole day to work on a challenging, but stressful work project.
It was a fine weekend.
I’ve been getting this weird nagging feeling lately that I’m not thinking big enough. It takes enough as it is to get through each day, one day at a time, but it’s true – I’m not really sure where we are “going”. Future dreams that once made sense seem to have lost their sparkle. I feel like we can keep going like we currently have been for however long as it will sustain us, but for me, that is not enough. The next steps are not clear. I don’t have a plan and I’m not sure what I want to do. I just know that I don’t want to wake up in 5 years feeling like I haven’t gotten anywhere.