Sometimes, I wrote yesterday, when our hearts are exposed we seem like a car in need of a jump-start: cold, (e)motionless and hard as steel.

I asked: How’s your character?

Does Your Character Need A Jump-Start?

Our music affects us.
Does yours lift you up or tear you down?

Our friends’ influence us.
Do your friends build your character or burden your conscience?

Our books teach us
Is  your reading list bad, neutral or helpful? Why settle for bad or neutral?

Our mentors guide us
Do you follow your mentor’s lead or make excuses and postpone progress?

I’m anticipating cold temperature this week. In the Twin Cities this week is the week that historically has the lowest low temperatures.

While I’m driving to work today I realized how cold it really was.
Single-digits.

Jump-start

I’m blessed to own a running vehicle.
It’s not always been that way.

Dead in the driveway.
Freezing cold outside.
The wind blowing through my coat.
Howling, as India.Arie sang, “where the wind calls my name.”

Stuck.
Frustrated.

My car was cold, hard, motionless steel.

Jump-starts

Those words make me cringe: cold, hard, motionless steel.