Stories
The weather gurus were forecasting snow in Atlanta which typically translates into a few flurries and the natives screaming, “The snow is coming, the snow is coming, run for your liiiives!” While everyone else made a mad dash to the grocery store to stock up on bread, milk and everything else they thought they couldn’t live without I went to the gym. You can imagine my shock when I woke up to four and a half inches of snow that quickly turned to ice and five days of getting nowhere in a hurry. I should have gone to the grocery store. Life has a way of taking catching you off guard. Some portion of everyone’s life will always out of their control. That’s what makes life interesting and gives us stories to tell. I have fewer new stories to tell the older I get and that makes me sad. I miss the days of leaping into whatever comes my way with reckless abandon. I think I might want a few new stories. ...