I saw a random tweet the other day asking a simple question: “What were you driving twenty years ago?”
It got me to thinking about my first truck: A 1986 Ford F-150.
It wasn’t flashy or fancy. But it did the job – getting me safely between point A and point B. That’s all you can ask for in a vehicle.
Timing is everything. When I wrote this at the end of February, I knew there was going to be March Madness. I just didn’t know it would be this kind of March madness.
There’s one thing I do know. The coronavirus can take away our sports and our indoor/outdoor gatherings, but it can’t take away our Spring.
“I don’t attend a luncheon all year long, and then the calendar turns to December, and I instantly have invitations to three.”
Don’t let the holiday highway beat you down. Pull over. Rest. And while you’re at it, find your Christmas Bliss. This is YOUR Christmas story, after all. How will you write it this year?