We really don't have a story that we retell every year. (At least, a story we enjoy retelling. There are other stories. But those are for another posting.)
I have become less and less afraid to do so --- especially at work. Coming to the recognition that I'm pretty much stranded in my current position has led to an odd sort of feeling of freedom when it comes to raising my opinions.
The colors are fine. Pleasant, even. But my wardrobe tends to be simple, monochromatic shirts and pants. Little creativity, but little way to get anything wrong.
Maybe this one?
(Okay, it's a little odd having a southern spiritual sung very formally by an Anglo tenor with a symphony for background.)
Why this one? Maybe because I'm drawn to the message. God enters our world, and most of the world doesn't take notice. What a tragedy --- then, and now.
Well, I did just have a donut. Our department has taken up the practice of buying donuts for our students during advising season. They won't come and get their academic advising done, no matter how many reminder emails we send out ... but put out a box of donuts, and they'll be lined up at the door to get advised. Our administrative assistant figured this out a while ago, and it's been one of the best things we've done.
... I wish I had more time. I'd love to do more than I have time to do.
Honestly, I can't remember the last time. More recently, I've taken to reducing my dear daughter to that kind of laughter. But ... I'm too busy, and too stressed.
My grumpy mood is starting to pollute most of my conversations. At least I'm conscious of it.