1. Truth: It’s supposed to snow another 6-8 inches. Seriously, I am so over winter, so over the snow, so done with it. The only way I am hanging on right now is each time it snows, I pretend like it’s our last snow of the season. In that way, I enjoy it like I do the first snow of the season, feeling the wonder of the quiet and the light, knowing that it won’t last.
2. Truth: I am in way over my head right now. There is too much work to do, too much that needs to be managed and accomplished and done. Many times yesterday I found myself compelled to push my chair back and put my head down on my desk, taking deep breaths to calm myself down.
3. Truth: This too shall pass. The snow. The work. Any stress I feel in response to it. The good, the bad, and the ugly. It’s all impermanent — even me.
One wish: Even in the thick of the struggle, may we sense the magic.