Daily Bread

As we traveled towards home from Salt Lake today, we got to Moab and inched closer and closer to entering back into reality and another Monday which is always a doozy. (For everyone!) I remember coming home from trips back in the day with my family and feeling "this". Whatever "this" is. I hate to say empty, but it is. I hate to say depressing, but it is. And I especially hate to say it's lonely, but it is. So as I stepped into my frigidly cold house tonight, exiting what was a very rewarding and warm-filled weekend with family,food and comfort, I absolutely panicked. What do I do now? I asked myself. Eat bread. lots of it. Hopefully I will be strengthened to eat the right kind of "bread" next time.