True to form I have neglected this blog and failed to document any of the happenings over the past few months. I'm sure random e-mails, photos, and google chats will serve to remind me. Life, in the meantime, has gone on and is playing hardball. The cards filling my dad's mantle, desk, and kitchen counter tell a story of commitment, honor, integrity, and unyielding love and empowerment. I'm overwhelmed. We're struggling with how to proceed. Live life with some level of normalcy? Enjoy each other's company. I'm angry at the snow and the weather for keeping us cooped up right now. Travel, although fun and somewhat refreshing, is a poor substitute for being warm and happy at home, able to work hard and build onto life. I'm struggling with finding a rhythm to my days. Work is calling and I must answer, I want to answer, but motivation is fleeting. I seek distractions with fervor. I can't shake the feeling there is something productive I could be doing to help the situation around here and find myself tackling any small problem or mess or detail just to feel useful and productive. Soon, deadlines will loom and work will force itself upon me. Strangely looking forward to it. I know all of this will change my life, but I've yet to figure out how or how much. There are a range of possibilities. This is among many silver linings.
