This time of year gets to me.
Ugh.
And this year particularly has driven me a bit crazy, because we've had snow FOUR times y'all. FOUR. In January. I live in the South for a reason. I want one or two days of snow and then I'm ready for Spring.
I want to get outside and dig up weeds and coax all those silly bulbs that have already started poking their head's out of the ground. Who's with me? Want to get some dirt under your fingernails? I need some sunshine!

A lot of you know my son has asthma. In the last few years, it's worsened to the point that he is now on a daily steroid inhaler to keep it under control. A few weeks ago, we missed one day of giving him his "puffs."
Not that big of a deal, right? It was only one day.
By the evening of the next night, he had a bit of a wheeze to his breathing and was coughing more than he had been. We had to pull out the emergency inhaler to go with his daily one.
Especially this time of year, it's so easy to get sick, with the weather going back and forth and everyone around sniffling and bleary. We have to stay on top of the preventatives.

I am a planner.
I like to know what's coming up and have it written on my calendar and my calendar app, too. I love being able to see ahead to all we have going on. I even highlight things in different colors to keep track of my blog calendar.
That being said, when I bought my two-year planner in 2020, I couldn't wait to fill it up. Of course, you know what happened in 2020.
There was a lot of erasing.

Do you have "your spot?"

You know what I mean. That one chair or corner of the couch you tend to gravitate more than anywhere else in your house. I do. But when I was recovering from surgery last month, my chair didn't have a high enough back to be comfortable.

My sweet husband has his spot, too. It's his recliner.

​Can you guess what I'm about to say?

Over and over and over again.
That's how many times I have to relearn the same lesson. Plus a few more, evidently.
What lesson am I relearning?
How to trust God.

It shouldn't be that hard anymore, right? Because He's taken care of me for almost 40 years now.
​And yet ...

Do you know how hard it is for me to temper my expectations?
I'm an idealist. Not a pessimist or optimist or realist. But someone who expects an ideal to happen. And it doesn't always.
​When I signed up to have my sinus surgery three days before Christmas, I was told recovery would be two to three days. Can you guess where this is going?

How many books did you read this last year?
If you remember, earlier in the year I set my goal around 125, figuring since I'd passed it the year before it wouldn't be a problem. I'm glad I didn't add more! I barely finished the 125th book three days before the end of the year.
Granted, this number is a bit misleading, because some of the "books" I read were actually sets of multiple books, and they only counted as one. And, some of the books I read haven't been published yet, so they won't count until they release. The privilege of being an author who has author friends. ;)