I debate the meaning of several conversations I’ve had lately. I think about the year that just passed. I remember all the things I’ve accomplished. I think about the year ahead; get excited and make lists of things to do, places to go. I compose emails in my mind and hope I can remember them when I get around to writing. I have conversations with God, asking him for guidance in the future, pleading with him for answers.
I wish that someone would invent a quicker way to travel, but I’m also grateful that unlike Easter there is no traffic when the same trip took 7 hours instead of 4.