I’m currently feeling the concept of “feast or famine” in a big way. Right now I’m feasting and I am full.

Life is busy, and saying that feels like the understatement of the year. But, alas, 2020 is an odd year at best so we take what we are given. I am very grateful for so many things, and so I table these symptoms of overwhelm, and know that a season of famine will come.

Nothing in life is guaranteed. Things can change in an instant and they often do. And so while we live in the present, we look to the future and plan ahead. Through each season, we change and we grow and we continue on.