Bonusmom forwarded a website to me some months ago that I just love. She’s the one that got me the Notes From The Universe…every single morning I sign on and check the email and there they are. Some days, quite prohetic. Some days just a nice little smile to start my day.
It’s cold here today. So cold, that the schools have closed down for fear of frostbite on the walking and school bus kids. Old Man Winter is kicking us right square in the butthole. The Plains aren’t arctic friendly. The temp is actually something like 12, with windchills in the negative area. Tonights temp? 2. TWO. as in the number that comes after ONE. GAHHHH!!!
I was in panic mode last night, the news/weather was in panic mode. THE WEATHER!!!!! My friends were losing power and having the lights flicker off and on. I was afraid of what I didn’t know. Of what was coming.
I was afraid of what I didn’t know. Of what was coming.
Turns out, as much as I preach about change, and fresh starts, and leaping into life…I’m afraid of what I don’t know. Of what is or isn’t coming.
This morning, I got up and put on my fuzzy wuzzy robe, (I don’t go in until 11 because of no appointments) fed the livestock, brewed the coffee, fired up the machine and this was waiting for me:
I understand, Zelda, that you must wonder, sometimes to the point of bewilderment, at what you’re truly capable of doing. Yet, therein lies the “problem,” because living the life of your dreams is far more about what I’m capable of doing. Zelda, all I need from you is a vision, followed by an unending march of little, tiny baby steps in its direction.
It’s a great day to be alive.