Impatience

I hate winter.

I really do.

I used to try to convince myself that this is when the Earth rests so it can be really amazing again in the spring...but now I think it just takes too daggone long to rest. I wonder if this was the original intention? Do you think there was winter before Eve took the apple?

Bleah.

So usually in the winter I take another look at my list of things to do before I die, and try to think of ways to check off more things. Except--oh, yeah--I forgot to complete my list.

I'm tired of my favorite talking heads/theology bloggers/news sources. We have played every game around here 200+ times, and have more crafts than we have room. The sound of the television makes me nuts. I'm strongly considering switching grade levels/positions next year just to get out of the routine and keep fresh. I don't even have a stack of books waiting to be read! I DO have cabin fever. We joined the YMCA the other day, and that helps...some...but we're stir-crazy around here.

And it's only January.

Do you get restless? What do you DO about it?

Here's what I'm considering:
*Painting the big wall in the living room
*Getting my hair cut
*Going to New York with Kaela for Martin Luther King Day (which is pretty much incompatible with my resolution to hurry up and pay off debt)
*Taking piano lessons
*Starting a girls' night out for girls in our neighborhood late at night one night a week to play bunco or watch chick flicks
*Writing a list of things to do before I die. Ha!

I'm doing my Bible reading, and I'm in Ecclesiastes. Which is pretty funny & ironic. :) I know this is a great opportunity to develop something good. Like patience, or the ability to tell myself jokes, or a gentle and quiet spirit. That would be nice.

But what I'm really thinking is, "Come on, spring!!"