Spring

We had two warm-ish days in a row, and then another snow storm last night. Once again, I was awake at the crack of dawn tracking what schools were closed or two hours late, and getting in touch with students about their volunteer obligations. Then I forced myself to go to the gym. When I got there, I said to the college student at the front desk, "I can't imagine how people survived living here before this place existed." The gym was built about a year before I moved here.

"I know what you mean," she said.

This morning, 7:40, almost all the snow is melted. But I am tired--I woke with T, intending to do some of my spiritual practices after she went to work, and promptly fell back to sleep. Usually I'm at the gym by now. I already feel tired and overwhelmed by the day.

But, I didn't write last night, and I honestly think that might be part of my feeling of overwhelm; only into the third week of Lent, this daily writing is becoming habit, part of what keeps me sane, like my gym time every morning.

So I am here, sending out a prayer for a productive day, that I can have a positive attitude and not feel rushed and overwhelmed.

Amen!