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Celebrating Early

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I am slightly bummed that Pickleland didn't get the second winter storm that came through. In the first one earlier this week, we go ice. At work, there was plenty of snow. A second storm forecasted brought rain. Lots of rain. A cold rainy day is depressing. 
In about two weeks, I will celebrate my one-year anniversary being at the DT and living back in Pickleland. 
It has been quite a year. In the process, I have learned a lot about myself. The big lesson is that life is too short to be unhappy. Before moving here, I was finally working and making good money but I wasn’t happy. It was draining me. I woke up wanting to come home from work. 
Getting the DT job has re-energized me and took me out of my comfort zone. I am constantly challenged in my job and my personal life.This is more than a work anniversary. It is the anniversary of a new beginning. I was in a rut in RR. It has been a wonderful year. I have had a chance to spend more time with JJ. And in the process became a surroga…

The joys of a snow/ice day!!!

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There is something magical about a snow day. No work and plenty of daytime television.
In my case, yesterday was a ice day. There was a winter storm set to hit. Pickle Land didn't get snow. We got sleet and freezing rain. It meant I couldn't make it into work. My 30 minute commute involves three bridges so no work for me.  YAY!!!
So I wrote from the newspaper's laptop while sitting on my couch in my home clothes (yoga pants and men's button down shirt). Not a bad way to spend a Tuesday.
The beauty of living in the south is when there is snow or ice, it shuts everything down.
When I wasn't on the couch working or napping, I went outside to take photos of the ice.
With everyone inside, downtown Mount Olive was so quiet. The only sound I could hear was my boots crunchy on the ice and the click of my camera.

It was a chance to appreciate the beauty of nature and life. It was about 20 degrees outside but I was so bundled up that I barely felt.

I will admit that it was nic…