Only in Indiana would the first day of spring be met with a snowstorm.

On another note, I was at church last weekend, and the homily centered around being a joyful person. While I was listening, I realized that over the course of the last couple of years, I have lost a lot of the joy I used to feel as a person. I don't think that the cause is a lack of joyful things in my life...if anything I have more joy in the form of two wonderful nephews, an awesome long-standing relationship with Bob, more open communication with my parents than I've had in a long time, great friends, and a job I love. Somehow, though, I don't feel those things as much as I should or could on a daily basis. This is not to say I'm not grateful for what I have...I very much am. But I don't feel as much of that joy that I want to.

After I heard that homily, I resolved to try harder to recapture the greatness of just being alive. Sounds silly, but I think I really need some of that back. So I will strive to be a more joyous person. And as a matter of fact, I started (well, kinda) yesterday. I was watching some car show with Bob and in my mind was marveling at how intricate and complicated engines are. What the fascinating thing was for me was that a person made that, and while it was so far above my head, it wasn't for someone else. And that made me feel joy for all the things in the world that I find impossible to wrap my head around, but somehow manage to still exist. That was a nice moment for me.