Where I’m going is not necessarily up to me. Unless. Unless I disregard the good of all others but myself. Then I can decide. I’ve always wondered why everyone doesn’t live in San Diego. It was six degrees in my town this morning. Why would I choose to be here? I am a warm weather … More where?
This is the harshest January I remember. It’s beyond cold outside. The ground is covered in snow. Navigating the streets is not easy. More harsh weather is forecasted. Like the outdoor elements, I am cold myself. Figuratively freezing inside, like a brisk wind is blowing through my mind. Frazzled, feeling like something fragile that’s … More brisk