So the inane prompts keep coming.
Is the question Mission in Life? Mission in task? Mission in…..
Today, actually, I was thrilled to see it snowing. I love our wintery season, especially going for a walk while it snows and the world presents quieter than usual.
I stepped outside, suitably clothed and began a trek to the local library to return on book and pick up another.
My mission became a snowy walk, a circumstance that brings a feeling of joy.
Once inside, I settled to read my new book, The Berry Pickers by Amanda Peters.

Through the massive wall of windows I could see the snow continuing to fall, and I found myself yawning as my body became acclimated to the warmth of the reading room.
So I decided to head home, considering a longer route to savour the experience.
Then I noticed a subtle change. Well, perhaps not too subtle. No change in the amount of snow falling but joy was short lasting as each supposed snow flake became a small dagger, apparently intent on piercing my skin.
Yes, snow became sleet, became ice, and the winds rose, as I struggled to maintain footing.
Then my mission changed yet again to proceed directly home, do not pass go.
As conditions worsened, my mission changed yet again, to seek shelter which came in the form of a city bus, that I quickly boarded, and that quickly brought me home.
So now I sit at my desk, looking out of my large windows waiting for the tea to steep.
And that was my mission on this lovely day!







