It's raining again, and this makes me sad. I always get like this in February/March when my toes have had enough cold and all I want is the summer. I bought the cutest red and white striped tank top this weekend, and every day it calls to me from my closet. I want to put it on SO BAD, but I would freeze, and I am tired of freezing.
On a side note, I'm happy to report that I have the opportunity to become part of a writing group that meets once a week. A Guided Autobiography is the theme. I haven't fully dedicated myself to it yet, but I'm considering. This week's topic is branching points - turning points in our lives that have significantly affected the flow of our journey. Committing to write (and share my writing - gasp!) once a week seems like such a daunting task, but I'm starting to think the pros outweigh the cons.