"Time to go Inward" Rodney Crowell

I ran into a few of my old colleagues today at the Y. Dan and Joel are two guys (Lilly calls them "two awesome dudes") that always ask about my girl and with real interest. Both said, "Be sure to tell her I said hello." It makes a mom proud when you know people see your kid as one of the good ones. In all of the things I have done in life, I can at least take pride in not fucking up my kid.

Yesterday's marathon shovelling offered time to go inward. The repetitive motion of hefting the shovel and tossing the heavily packed snow to the side while shuffling my boots along the drive was meditative. Still, thinking (or overthinking) ended up putting me in a funk, and in turn, has had me in low vibration mode ever since.

As a person who is hardly ever idle, these days are difficult. And not just the fact of being snowed in- I feel like my life is the spinning wheel on the computer screen waiting for the page to reload. Is this time a necessary respite for me to find my new identity? Am I paying enough attention to the people and opportunities that have stumbled onto my path? Am I utilizing all of my resources or is it all just random? I don't even know what I want to do. It will show itself when the timing is right. Ha. Me and timing. That's a laugh.

I did manage to write my paper yesterday. I chose Mosel if anyone cares. Learned a bunch of useless facts about Romans and steep slopes and slate. But in case you are wondering, they make the best Rieslings in the world.