When All You See Are Gray Skies and Dark Days
Gray skies … Dark days … Frigid temperatures … Barren trees. Large numbers on the bathroom scale … low numbers in my checking account … an empty house … a lonely heart. Such is the culture of January. If I am not careful, I can be swallowed alive by the cold and gloom … by the emptiness … of January.
This is an interesting year politically, isn’t it? We have all been confused and even offended by rhetoric, by name-calling, by division, and by deceit. I hardly know what to believe anymore. I have determined not to talk about the specifics of politics on social media or in a public forum. However, let me tell you in general what I have decided.