Perhaps I'm luckier than I think, or God smiles on me more often than He gets credit for. Either way, we still had heat this weekend - apparently our neighborhood is fed by a different line than the one which ruptured. This made for a much happier weekend. Friday night we went to a special meeting at BCC concerning some planned construction projects. Saturday we did laundry, took a nap, then went out for some quick shopping, followed by a trip to Green Hills to see Phantom. Sunday we went to church, went shopping with Miranda, then came home, put up a new ceiling fan, and crashed. Not a bad weekend, all in all. I tried to keep my mind off work, but it's hard sometimes. I'm not good at making major decisions, and this one will no doubt determine which way my career goes from here. Right now I'm waiting for the storm clouds to clear so that I can see things a little clearer.
On the ride into work this morning I let myself be lost in the foggy mist and enjoyed the last of the snow from this past weekend. It will no doubt be gone soon, soaked into the ground as if it never existed. Snow for me has always held a deeper meaning. I am happiest when it snows, yet I couldn't begin to explain why. So I looked out the window, imagining romantic characters striding across the pure white expanses, and just breathed in the beauty. Snow wraps around the seemingly dead landscape, and whispers promises of rebirth and renewal as it gently cradles the world in its soft, white blanket.
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