The rain has stopped. The skies are blue and the temperature is beginning to rise.
It is a glorious Spring day here in Northern New Jersey.
Adding to the splendor of the day, I am feeling significantly better. The cold which has plagued me for the last 3 days is well on its way to becoming a memory.
So here I am,sitting at my desk with a renewed sense of purpose.
Becca is back from her mini-vacation so the shop is back up to full staff and does not need my assistance,at least for the immediate future.
I have followed up on the challenges that popped up yesterday and I can only assume that the wheels of progress are still turning and churning.
Max is now back home from house and dog sitting for his sister, which has returned some of the routine to my daily experience.
These are all good things.
Routine makes me comfortable.
When I am comfortable, I am infinitely more productive and creative.
I know that many of the personal growth gurus I listen to will extol the virtues of being uncomfortable. 
Complacency is the breeding ground for failure.
Note that I said I was comfortable once again, not complacent.
There is a huge difference. 
It is when I am in a comfortable,stable place that I find the strength, courage and stamina to push myself towards that next uncomfortable place.
When I add uncomfortable on top of discomfort, things feel as if they are falling apart.
I feel lost.
 I feel inept.
I feel confused.
And often I feel inadequate.
Today, on this beautiful gift of a day, well on the road to recovery, I know I am nearing my next great adventure.
As one of my passengers on my bus route said this morning...
"What a difference a day makes!"