My family and I drove to Arizona for the holidays. We started on Friday, and I was shocked at how cold it was and how treacherous the roads were all the way through Amarillo, Texas.
On the way, we saw numerous accidents, including a car that was flipped over and a semi truck that was completely smashed in the front. Sometimes, my husband would tell my son, "Don't look!" but that is like inviting a kid to look, so he did. We prayed every time we went past an accident.
However, despite the treacherous conditions, I was glad that we met so many amazing people. Before we came on this trip, I was worried that we would run into uber-racist Trump supporters, and that wasn’t the case. In fact, met other Catholics along the way, and really enjoyed their company.
This holiday season, I am making a concerted effort to reconnect with my family and the really be present to the people around me. My sister has also been a great sport because she is driving me to Church every morning and that really matters to me.
Well, that is all I have because my pamper master is coming up the stairs.
Today, my writing goal will be to reestablish a realistic writing schedule and to reimagine one for next semester. My mornings are shot, so I have to schedule some time during the day. I cannot get up at 5a.m. to write yet.