Waiting

On Saturday, we had our first December snow. I planned for a lazy weekend since I'm still recovering from my recent biopsy, but playing on the snow was too hard to resist. So with a sore back, I donned my jacket, gloves, and boots, and went out for a long walk. It was a struggle to still walk around, but when I felt the snowflakes hit my face, I felt a sense of hope and healing. Feeling the soft, cold snowflakes melt on my face invoked life and a sense of gratitude - that I could still feel and that I am still here. I was feeling rather low the past few days and finding inspiration was a task. I think that there are things we go through in life that sometimes beat us down, but I don't consider myself beat, I was just harboring the fear of uncertainty. I'm still trying to make sense of what's going on and trying to figure out what's next. It will be a couple of weeks before I hear about my biopsy results, and the waiting is killing me.