As I write this, Magdalenaville is experiencing high winds. The afternoon is punctuated by the occasional rattling of one of the inside doors of our old drafty house. I'm not a big fan of high winds, straight line or otherwise, but one thing is sure. Winds bring change.
I can choose to embrace change, or hide behind something solid and hope the wind will pass me by.
This one time, maybe I'll run out and meet it. What about you?