So…here I am on March 1st
sitting at my kitchen table writing. All I can think about is how our world,
yup the entire world, has changed regarding the possibility of a pandemic. Some
say we’ve already jumped the fence and some say not quite yet. Where I live we have not been touched just
yet but considering how (cliché alert) few and far between my posts have been,
by the time I jump on again the world may have gone to a dark and scary place.
Though I am one of those so
called high risk mature-types if the monster mounts my porch and slithers under
my welcome mat I will deal. If for some reason our little town were to be
locked down for two weeks (and staying indoors was the order) the biggest risk
(and I can’t understate this) my husband and I would be at each other’s throats
by about day 3.
So…here I am on March 2nd sitting
at my kitchen table, setting aside the news and working on a family tale-of-truth.
This new project chronicles a financial miracle which came down our little
country road almost 20 years ago, knocked on our door and changed our lives. It
is the stuff of dreams. I AM NOT UNDERSTATING THIS.
Fate plays an amazing game with our lives sometimes. Whether it be a virus the size of a nightmare or an unimagined life changing incident…my advice…never ever discount the possibility that at your darkest hour a wild card may be flipped your way.