I am antsy* today.
Given an unlimited supply of time and money, I think I would take a really long drive somewhere, and take a journal along and try to write stuff. Or maybe go somewhere pretty and quiet with lots of trees and take a long long walk. And then a nap.
This is certainly the strangest season of my life so far. I feel like everything is topsy-turvying, but for the first time that's exciting instead of scary.
And I am more convinced now that ever of the goodness of my Heavenly Father, and His plan and provision through things good and bad. At the same time, I am incredibly humbled by this season where I have been granted the opportunity to enjoy an overwhelming portion of good. May I remember this in the stormy days.
* American Heritage Dictionary attributes this word "perhaps to the incessant motion of ants." Maybe that won't be funny to anybody else, but it hit me as pretty funny.