At my library office. So many thoughts. Most of which I cannot share publicly.
My son is doing well. My family is well. My cough has returned, but I am taking care of it. Mostly with my ginger/lemon/honey tea concoction. Heavy on the ginger, light on the honey.
I have decided I need to be nicer to myself. Someone has to!
My New Year's Addition this year is simple: "Love myself so I can love others".
I am continuing with all of my additions from the last 8 years, which include exercise, daily bible reading and prayer, daily piano practice, random acts of kindness, healthy eating, drinking oodles of water...
I find I am less likely to fail if I just add good things into my life, rather than resolve to change.
I am not really even concerned about the weight anymore. My appetite has been rather low. Probably because of stress, worry and this lost sense of smell thing.
I'm o.k. with it. Everything in moderation. Oh, if I could go back in time and tea…
Today is January 3, 2020. I began writing this post on New Year's Day, but got sidetracked.
Happy New Year! The year 2020 - it sounds most science fiction!
I am sitting at Arby's recovering from New Years Eve overnight with a 2 year-old
I will be going to the gym soon to work off this here beef n' cheddar.
Honestly, this New Year's Eve was probably the most enjoyable and memorable of my life. We danced, we played "Nay" (Gracie's word for horse), we ordered McDonald's from Uber Eats. I felt I needed a Diet Coke to make it through the evening. Grace got her first Happy Meal. She immediate took the bun off of her burger and peeled off the cheese before she ate it. I ordered bottled water and apple slices for her so she didn't get too much junk in her system.
I was supposed to put her in bed at 9:30 p.m. But we were having so much fun!
And she told me "Zma, I'm not tired!" I didn't want our special evening to dissolve in tears…
I am on fire. I woke up at 5:00 a.m. this morning. I felt sad. I felt irritated. I wanted to roll over and get some more sleep. But my eyes were wide open. Almost like they were being help open with invisible tooth picks. I was home alone - the rest of the family had spent the night with other family members. Honey Dog would need to go out. And I could do my hooping and cleaning without disturbing the rest of the household.
(When my granddaughter is asleep we all tiptoe around, holding our breath, so cherished is her sleep time!)
So I popped up. I felt so much energy. I didn't even need caffeine. I felt strong. Not stiff and groggy as usual. Irritable, yes. But otherwise good!
So I cleaned the entire kitchen, made my bed vacuumed, hooped and even practiced some music on the piano I planned on playing for church later.
I still had time to spare, so I decided to sit down and get a dose of Thomas Merton. He has proven to be a soothing balm for me. Like trees.