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My flow of enthusiasm this winter is lumpy. I was chock full of it for two weeks, and then had none left. I know that it will come back, but right now I don’t have enough enthusiasm to prime the pump to look for it. Solstice tomorrow, a weekend, a short week followed by a long weekend away in warmth and love. From there, 4 weeks until I move out, punctuated by lots of interesting events, a weekend in Wellington, and finally a month away. My calendar is bursting with stuff, pretty much for the rest of the year. The big picture is plenty interesting. But today, it’s one foot in front of the other. Chin up, remember the sunshine, remember the belly laughs, remember the perfect days at the beach, and the feeling of being immersed in joy.