I spent the weekend at a women's conference. It was one of those times I suspect I'll look back on in terms of "before" and "after," as I went there in one of those obnoxious, snotty moods that are almost ubiquitous here in March--frustrated, angry, certain that God had lost my file, wondering what on earth my life was about and quite sure that none of the scheduled speakers had anything at all helpful to say. You might say I was a bit attitudinal on that first night.
Then I spent three days having my attitudinal doors blown off. I'm a happier camper now, thanks to a host of of recalibrating realizations, wise words, and encouraging (and butt-kicking) conversations to get me back on track.
Today, the sun was shining, most of the snow had melted, and I'm looking at flowers some very loving friends surprised me with last night. It's good to be back :)
What do you do to get through the end of winter?