Musings on a Gray Winter Morning

Winter keeps me in my head, which is not always a bad place to be, but sometimes can be rocky. My latest ponderance is when will I be back to who I was. Who I was when I had a map of where I was going and the person I was going with. Now that my map has been shredded for nearly three years, I keep thinking I will wake up one morning and be me again. I mean, it's been many, many months. Shouldn't I be back by now?

As I contemplate this, I'm trying to wrap my mind around the fact that the me I was, will never be again and somehow, I need to get okay with that. But good grief, it's tough. This cold winter morning, all I want is to be drinking coffee with my Tall Man and maybe running to Wal Mart together. Shaking my head and kind of chuckling at this thought.

My thoughts are with all my compadres out there whose maps have been shredded, like mine and who are struggling to find their own selves again. Is there a new me inside trying to find its way out? Do I want to let her out? I don't think I'm alone and because of this I share with you, my friends, that you are not alone either. Here's to us and the remapping of our lives.

As always, blessings, friends! Thanks for reading my ramblings! Spring is coming!