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Everything Changes

The more messed up this world gets, the more God makes sense.

Two Weeks

Technically, I have sixteen days off, but my extended work holiday officially begins in two days. And I have some goals:

- stay off Facebook
- read something fictional daily
- open personal email only
- turn off cellphone
- blog

Originally I was only planning to be away from work for a week - to care for my father in the States while my sister, who is his primary care-giver, goes on HER holiday. But then I decided to seek out a Life Coach regarding some emotional fatigue and depression I have been experiencing. She suggested I take more time off - from everything. And so it begins.

In preparation for this journey of disconnectedness I purchased three used books from the local library for a whopping 75 cents. And this morning I began reading Snow by Calvin Miller. Which, in itself, is ironic, since part of my sadness was produced by a cold, snowy winter that lasted much too long. On page nine Calvin writes:

"Mary Withers dreaded December because the sun rose late and stayed so far away."

I have the sense that Mary's winter will end. And I trust that mine will too.

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