First Snow Funnies

“Certain things catch your eye, but pursue only those that capture the heart.”
—Ancient Indian Proverb

I fell asleep on the couch, with the television blasting and lights on. I was way past exhausted. I’d been sitting in front of a computer screen, working non stop for hours. Maybe there were some imaginary “electromagnetic waves” that zapped my brain cells with a case of silliness, because I woke up in a goofy mood.

I woke up, laughing about the video, I recorded on yesterday. It was still funny to me! Why? Because it was way outside of my comfort zone, and I had fun doing it. I literally cracked myself up!For the first time in years, I didn’t care that it wasn’t perfect. I didn’t care that I had no idea of what I was doing, I just enjoyed the process!

My aunt called to tell me that the snow was still expected. She knows I never watch the news, it’s just way too depressing. Anyway, I peeked through the blinds and to my surprise, it was already here. Ha, imagine that! Here I am, walking around, enjoying my own company and God sent snow!

It’s been a long time since I pranced around the house, enjoying life...just because!

Laughter is indeed, the best natural remedy for the soul.

Never mind me, I’m just relaxing and enjoying our “first snow” in NC, with my fuzzy socks, pajamas and coffee mug.

Life ain’t perfect, but it’s rather sweet on my end today. Hope you make the best of this beautiful, blessed day!

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