After an early dismissal from work and driving home in the snow, I set to work on a project I meant to complete before Valentine’s Day. Each year, I make paper valentines and mail them off to friends and family near and far. Unfortunately, this year, due to time constraints, the recipients for this year’s crafting project is a grand total of three.
While sitting on the carpet in front of the furnace, sipping tea and stealing bites of maple walnut fudge, and listening to the sounds of winter, I contemplated the people who’ve made some sort of impact, whether big or small, positive or negative, in my life. How do we choose those we keep in our lives or lose those who for one reason or another, go? Why do we need those that we need and does it matter? I hope so. Wouldn’t it make for a dreary existence if our lives didn’t have purposeful relationships that fed not only the mind but also the soul?
Perhaps all this snow and ice is making me overly introspective, and on second thought, that’s really OK too. It’s OK to wonder and think. Especially on snowy afternoons.