They're just a whole lot of little steps really . . .
I'd be shivering more if my roommate's cat weren't on my lap. Ope, there she goes. I'm apparently no match for the heater vent on the floor. (Sorry, Fuzzy). I tend to shiver when I'm cold and when I'm discussing subjects that really matter to me. Right now, I think it's because of both.
There have been several big steps made in the last few days. Ben Folds rescheduled his Norman, Oklahoma show for February. I had my first swing dancing experience. My dad decided to retire early from the friendly skies, a job he dearly loves. My roommate Amy's internet boyfriend has come for the first visit. I put in my application for a teaching position in Germany. Kevin and Latonya walked down the aisle to Modest Mouse. I had lunch with him today.
Big steps make me shiver. They come with hope and silver linings. They come with expectations and disappointment. They have yet to be the arrival that I make them. But they can still be good. "09ua akljsj (sorry, the kitten thinks the tuna sandwich smell is coming from the keyboard.) Big steps come with change in all its unfettered, smelly (and in the case of swing dancing, sweaty) glory.
Here's to big steps! May they always be preceded by tiny faithful ones! Prost! (i'm going to put on another sweater.)