It is here.

The chill, the damp, and the post-nasil drip of the winter season.

The wool socks are out of storage.  My sandals have been put away. The heat is turned on.

I am reading.

One Thousand Gifts by Ann Voskamp

She’s more choppy in her writing style then I am – more like jme’s writing.

I use more words and say less.

I’d been wanting to read it for nearly a year, but never actually bought it.  I finally decided to just get it, and discovered a little leftover money in my Amazon account!  Then it came, along with a few other books, and was forgotten on the bottom of the pile.

‘Till I wanted a book to read during the down time while I’m working on the train…

So Sunday night I started reading… in the cold damp space I have to stand in the vestibule between the cars.  And hated to put it down.

We are all SO blessed.

We just forget to notice.

We want what we think we’re missing.  I know I have things I’ve been “missing” for years.  And the truth is, if I’m really honest, they aren’t missing at all.  I have something else.  Something less, but so much more.

The ‘What Ifs’ are meaning less to me this week then they ever have before.

And the NOW is meaning so much more…