I headed to the U.P. this past weekend for a little writing sabbatical with my family.  I was hoping to spend the bulk of my time outside in the snow with the kids, but with this extreme March weather, there wasn’t much snow. 

Bummed out, I decided to pivot.  Instead, we walked through the woods and came up with games we never would have played if everything had gone according to plan.  And I even got in some music time with my cousins where I learned how to jam out on the melodica.

Reader, I write a lot about the beauty of plans changing, and this week is no exception.  I don’t know about you, but the majority of my life plans have changed.  Almost every one of them.  Yes, there’s a hell of a lot disappointment when things don’t work out the way they should in my head.  But then it gives way to something else.    In my darkest days, it’s nice to be reminded that—as long as I’m open and make it a mission to give and receive good things—there will always be light on the horizon. 

Let’s give generously to ourselves and others this week.  See you next Monday. -Em