I don't know about you, but I've had all the National Weather Service Winter Advisories on my cellphone I've ever wanted. I get it: snow, wind, and cold. Lather, Rinse, and Repeat.
As a resident of the northeast USA, I recognize millions of us are up to our keisters in snow and ice, the only person I'm concerned about in all that seasonally affected and detected and rejected hullabaloo is moi.
A lot of us are going through the motions right now, and I suspect it has to do, at least a little bit, with the weather we've been having (which works if you're in Boston or Philly but less so in San Diego or Honolulu) and, in my case, some personal head noise I could and should have managed better.
As the years have passed, and seem to now be rushing by, there are things I've left undone because I thought I'd 'get around to them.' I'm not the happiest camper at the jamboree to concede that more and more, less and less of what's been left undone is going to undergo a status change. That I'm not the only one to appreciate my leave-taking will create a hole about the same size as a fist pulled out of a bucket of water, which is rather small solace as the remains of the day scatter across the horizon.
I surrendered The Big Picture effort because I'm small-minded, and now that the miniatures are proving too hard to accomplish as well, I'm starting to look around for the exit to the place I was before, knowing I won't make it back there, either.
I really need Spring to get here NOW. Despite the too-many-inches of frozen snow beyond my front porch, I'm scouting for shoots of new grass. The first one I see, I'm gonna grab with both hands and pull so hard that the earth itself will give unto me a verdant field, and still I will demand even more. I'm not saying I'm sorry, unless I'm captured or cornered. And it doesn't look like either is happening today.
-bill kenny
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