We had our first snow in the Denver area. I love snow, but I love summer's heat even more. So, when the crisp golden leaves fly through the sky, get crunched under the soles of 'flats' and 'cowboy boots' and then get covered by loads of white playful flakes, and after some cocoa and some thoughts of the holidays, I begin to think of the green rebirth of spring as I remember the sun kisses of those days that I like the very best.This spring will be exciting. Ryan and I have discussed no longer having a long distance dating relationship and simply having a dating relationship. I am in a position that I would be the one moving. It is exciting and daunting both, as I have begun to more throughly think through the process of transition from the Denver area to the San Francisco area. As I mentally sort through the anticipated changes, I have reminded myself of these things:
"Ok, freak out, but only for a limited time."
"You can freak out for X minutes."
"This is good and quite frankly, thrilling."
"Oh, hush, you have no idea what tomorrow holds."
"Are you still trusting your maker? Think about that one."
"Remember to live well now."
"Pour steel in your spine."
I remind myself of things... and I try to allow others to remind me. I also make to-do lists. Ha. In fact, I have already determined that if this was going to occur, I want some delicious snacks for the car trip. I considered saving the packaged oatmeal cookie from Jimmy John's-- that would be perfect road trip food. I didn't, I ate it. As far as other to-do lists, they are long and mostly boring in comparison to the oatmeal cookie ephiphany mostly having to do with employment and living arrangements and wrapping up grad school and thinking about people from this part of the marbleized planet that I will miss consistent encounters with. It's ok, the hard work will get done, the heart preperation will be, the pussy willows and tulips will stand to be counted and the geese will be flying in the opposite direction then they are now. First, we shall see what tomorrow holds.
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