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Despite all my protesting yesterday, metro-Detroit has been blanketed with yet another layer of snow. I am so tired of snow and yet, today, it just keeps on falling. Before this storm is all said and done we could have 6-10 inches of accumulation. I wanted to retire my snowblower for this season. It served me well but it was time for it to rest. I guess Mother Nature has other ideas.

Despite my whining, I am, in fact in a fairly good mood. I am happy actually. I am feeling more and more comfortable in my own skin, my life, and my choices. I am bursting with happiness at the thought of all the people out there in this world with the courage and conviction to be themselves, wholly and completely. I am blessed to have a group of friends who unabashedly pursue their passions, even if it may label them “weird.” Weird is a less and less scary concept as one gets older I have found.

Years ago, I would not have left the house without makeup, most likely a full face of makeup. Now, I could care less. Most of the time on my days off I do not bother to wear make up, or if I do, it is simply because I feel like it, not that I feel I have to wear it.

When I first started this blog I barley told anyone that I had a blog. First off, it’s a lot of random nonsense that I write. It’s not like I could say, “check out my blog about such and such topic,” and tell people how I am making an impact. I write what comes to mind. Sometimes I write what doesn’t come to mind because the act of writing is therapeutic in, and of, itself.

Now, I am actually linking my new blog entries to my twitter account. I am being more open about it, more open about myself. I am who I am and I am ok with that, assuming I am not hurting anyone else.

So while today may be miserable and cold I am content and secure in this little life I’ve carved out for myself. What more could one ask for?

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Eighteen Days Until Spring

Eighteen days until spring. I think I can make it. I think I can, I think I can. I am so over winter. I am over cold weather, snow, ice, etc. This winter has been brutal and despite the beautiful sunshine today glinting off the freshly fallen snow, I am so ready for spring I could scream. 

I am pretty sure my pups feel the same way. Thanks to the bitter cold and deep snow we haven’t walked in ages. Milo is going stir crazy. Frankie just hates the deep snow and the cold, period. Dane is my little brute. He trudges through the snow without so much as a second thought. Thank god for him. 

I’ve been home sick the last couple of days which is not how I like to spend my time. A cold has been going around at work and people have been dropping like flies. Add to that the fact my sister was just sick and I was sort of doomed to get it. That will be changing soon as I embark upon my very own adventure to Young Living Essential Oils. I am looking for more natural ways to manage health and well being. Fingers crossed that this will be the start of a wonderful new approach to life. 

Not a lot is new in my world at the moment but I felt the urge to write, at least a little. So I guess this is it for today. Smile.

Fall 2013

Here it is, decidedly fall. A fact I think I write about every single fall. I can’t help it. There is a bite that comes in the air, a scent that marks the changing of seasons more accurately than a date on the calendar. 

I was so pleased when the heat of summer seemed to stretch into October. There were no complaints from me about the warm , sunny days we were continuing to have. While other people may have lamented “it feels like August in October,” on social networking sites I was happy. I took Milo for a few evening bike rides enjoying the balmy air. 

However, fall has fallen down upon us. Yes, today is sunny and gorgeous with bright blue skies to make my heart sing. There are still leaves on the trees, another welcome sight to my eyes. But the leaves are changing from deep greens to vivid reds, oranges, and yellows. I have finally had to retire my hoodies in exchange for actual coats. While I walk from one spot to the next, wrapped up snug in my coat, the cold air nipping at my skin, breathing in fall, I get nostalgic. 

Every year, I love the fall. Still this time of year fills me with dread. Dread for the long, gray, cold winters that will descend upon us long before I am ready and last far longer than I am comfortable with. I envision snowy, icy roads. I can feel the tension in my body as I clutch the steering wheel praying that all the drivers on the road will exercise caution as we glide over the frozen, slick surfaces. I shake my head and remind myself to enjoy right now. 

I am going to visit a cider mill soon which is something I have not done since my youth. I order pumpkin spice lattes at Starbucks and eat pumpkin bread. I love the crunch of leaves under my feet. The sting of the autumn air. It is exhilarating. Change is good. Even if some changes bring upon others that we may not want…