Winter is quickly aproaching.  You can feel the crisp air in your lungs the minute you step outside.  I've already mentally prepared myself for the day when I wake up to a winter wonderland... that lasts forever in these parts.  I don't anticipate winter like some.  I do however, like to join the many others who romanticize the idea. You know, the cold winter evening.  You and your significant other snowed in.  The power is out.  All that you've got is each other and a warm fire where you sit holding one another on the bear rug wrapped in blankets to keep warm.... you know that kind of idea.  Ya.... kind of like the "baby it's cold outside" sort of thing.  The funny thing is I don't even have a fire place.

Another year is quickly coming to an end.  I don't know where the months have gone.  I've once again been ambushed by the calender.  It's perplexing to think that I have nothing to really show of this year.  Well I guess I soon will.  Some closure seems to be in the near future.  I'm not really sure how to begin processing that.  I feel as though I already have but maybe I really haven't?  I'm ready for it whether I know what those words entale or not.  As one door closes another door opens.........right?

I think I'm growing.  I still feel myself changing and developing.  I know I'm not the same person that I was at the beginning of this year.  I hope to always be changing and growing.  I dread the day that habit and ritual encompass me and I'm left with nothing but a stagnant mindset and nothing that I'm passionate about.