I thought of this picture as I met some local guys going about their business. According to them the hunting and fishing is terrible and the business climate worse. I know otherwise, or we wouldn’t have moved here. Business is good and so is the fishing.
The mornings are frosty and cold in Wisconsin where we have made our new home. I guess life’s transitions often feel that way. New people, though sometimes friendly, hold on to their jagged edges lest one gets too close. The prospect of building friendships in a new place seems to have cold and prickly boundaries. After all, why go through the pain of breaking or melting the ice between perfect strangers? My hope is that we will find the season of spring soon and let our buds blossom.
Realistically though, I have already put on my big boots and trampled on a few ice crystals round town (in a bold but friendly way with a smile on my face). I guess I’m wondering how they will take me in as I try to give them the impression that I assume they are friends who don’t know it yet. I know that it bothers some that I smile and nod as if they have amnesia and should know me from somewhere. It’s not a game for me, relationships are one’s life blood, even mine.
Oh, and those local boys I met? They probably think I just don’t get it. Truthfully, I don’t. I suspect we both have a lot to learn.