I look out and see the snow, Hubby checks to see if there is a parking ban on.

Socks,gloves protect the extremities.

Soon I will be out in it. The confused birds aren’t singing.

Cleaning the car so I can see what is coming at me is theraputic. I need to see them.  I need to get from point A -B.

Spoke my mind yesterday, cleansing but with predictable results.

Whether you are 3 or 13 or 63 it hurts to feel discluded and the target of anger. The process of dealing with it teaches me. I am brave!

Defining what I want and taking steps to protect myself. I am strong.

Recalculating. Set a course.

I am M.E.!