The snow is coming down and it's not stopping. I wish the roads were clear and I didn't have so much that needs to get done. I'd rather be chilling out with the usual suspects, drinking some coffee or whatever.
Instead, I'm trying to figure out how I'm going to move to the new apartment since I haven't heard back from anyone as far as helping out, realizing that I might be spending the first two weeks there by myself which kind of freaks me out, wondering about certain twists and turns in some of my relationships, trying to maintain grace and calm even when people are being ridiculous and mean.
It's days like this when I honestly feel like only God is holding me together.