Day Twelve: Baby, It's Cold Outside

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I am an "accidental blogger". When I launched my writing career in March of 2014, one of the things that I decided to include was my journaling, which I have always found to be a comforting and therapeutic endeavor. It was a big risk to open myself up in such a public forum, but it has taught me that, for the most part, we share far more experiences than we think. It's comforting to know I'm not alone! (*the "Button Text" is the link to my first novel)

Day Twelve: Baby, It's Cold Outside

11/14/2014

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"Keep Warm and Snuggle On"

The sun appears deceptively warm today, as he shines off of trees still ablaze in Autumn's glory. The first "No Kidding It's Cold" Day, however, has arrived and I've torn the house apart in search of my stash of winter gloves, for when I venture outdoors with the puppy. I hate my hands being cold! Despite the fact that I may have a dozen winter coats hanging in our closet, which my husband points out often, I reach for his Air Force field jacket that's draped over the back of a kitchen chair. He is always amused by my choice of coat wear, and usually just shakes his head at me while I brave the "Brrrrrrrrrrrrr" (today it includes wind, ack)! His coat is huge, practically swallowing me whole, and it's getting a bit tattered (I will be most distraught when it finally is too worn to wear), but it's still wicked warm and smells all manly. Putting it on and pulling it closed is like being wrapped in a really long, practically perfect hug. My coats just don't have that super power!

I haven't listened to it yet this year, but "Baby, It's Cold Outside" is one of my favorite songs of the holiday season. The spirit of this sappy, sentimental tune about the warmth that love can provide always makes me smile (..."Gee but your lips look delicious"). Today, I'm happy and thankful that I have a life filled with love. It keeps me steady, makes me strong, and warms me throughout all of the seasons. In colder weather, however, I'm equally thankful for a man who let's me repeatedly steal his coat and doesn't seem to mind a bit!

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About The Author

I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter.

Since then, I have learned to reach well beyond what I ever dared to think was possible. I've learned not to allow fear to stop me from whatever future I want to create!

What keeps me grounded? My Tribe! What provides the wind beneath my wings? A well of reserves filled with unstoppable passion!

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