Considering a walk with Murph. I was feeling somewhat motivated till I looked outside … snow.

There went any and all motivation. It’s a gray, cold day and I’m feeling this gray bleakness. Trying to stay in my center and remember to enjoy this.

This quiet and calm. I like to think of it as restful preparations for when Baby FOH arrives. Which … I still can’t really believe and/or picture. Yet soon it will be spring with a whole new cycle beginning.

All over again. A cycle and a circle. Is that all life is? We just keep going round and round till we “get it”?