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Year Two, Day 18: Io Governo la Mia Vita ! (I Rule My Life!)

It happened again!  I was cheered up by one of my piano students last night.  Yesterday was a bit better mood wise.  I am really enjoying my new book: Spiritual Depression: Its Causes and Its Cure by David Martyn Lloyd-Jones.  I was a little bummed out because I did not actually make it to the gym. It was getting late, and I opted for a bit of piano practice and a leisurely lunch before I headed out to teach.

But, I took the author's advice. I did not let myself "listen to my thoughts", I spoke to myself.  Since I knew I wouldn't make it to the gym, when I missed one of my buses, I thought,"This is fantastic! I get to work in a 12 block brisk walk instead of the gym!"

I had made a lovely lentil/vegetable stew in the crockpot.  I adapted it from my Fresh from the Vegetarian Slow Cooker cookbook.  I even made homemade harissa.  This stew was incredible. I put a dab of sour cream and drizzled on some of the harissa, which is quite pungent.  So flavorful!
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I drank extra water too.

I taught a brother and sister last night. The girl has been my student for about 6 years now.  Wonderful student.  Her little brother started a "trial" of piano lessons about a month ago. He is 6.  The mom and dad were not sure he would take to piano lessons. But at the end of his sister's lesson yesterday, he walked by my chair and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up. He whispered in my ear, "I am really excited about my piano lesson today!"  I grinned at him. He grinned back. His sister looked up and said, "He can play 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' really well. He practices it all the time!"

I left their home on top of the world. These kids make my day with their enthusiasm.  If only I could bottle it. I need some!

I will continue to battle the blues.  I refuse to take meds. I tried that years ago. Made me feel like part of The Soprano family. But without all the organized crime, murder, Cuban cigars and stuff.

Speaking of which, I took the first step in conquering my Sopranos addiction. I did not watch an episode last night! Slept like a log did I!


Io governo la mia vita!
(I rule my life!)


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