Right now, I imagine we're all a lot like this flower. Buried under mounds of snow.
I know I am.
Anyone who follows this blog, or knows me, knows I work retail. I like my job most of the time.
I don't like it right now.
Shopping during the holly days does not bring out the joy in people. Shopping makes a lot of people mean and grumpy.
There's my own limited shopping to do. It's not a lot. But I managed to get everyone I care about a little something. My husband builds houses, and like most of the country, he is out of work. To get back to work, he has to travel to California the day after Christmas. We don't know how long he'll be gone. A month, minimum.
I'm a big girl. I can go to my job, take care of more than thirty animals, keep the vehicles running. But it seems like a lot of snow on my head right now.
Yeah, believe it or not, I've managed to get a new chapter done, and I know what to do next. I have a request for a partial from an agent, and it's due next week. I'm reading Cat and making small changes. Polishing it. Did two crits.
I'm not digging out of the snowslide with any speed, but I'm taking little handfuls, making snowballs and pitching them out. That's all I can do. Like this little flower, I'm slowly digging my head out of the snow, looking forward to spring.
Happy holly days!