Skip to main content

Year Two, Day 142: Serenity

Up at the crack of dawn I am.

My plan is to grab some hot coffee and head to the gym. I am actually craving the gym I missed my workout yesterday.

I seem to be on the verge to giving in to the stress all around me.

My workouts empower me. Help me feel strong and capable.

It is one thing I have control over in my life.

I am still working on moving past R. I have not spoken to him since Sunday morning. This will be day three of no R contact.

It is getting easier. I believe now that I was addicted to him. Or rather the thought of him.

So I am borrowing the the AA mantra: "One day at a time". But really, in my life it is more like taking one moment at a time.

And now, with my son facing diversion for his DUI, I am reading about the AA philosophy. The "Serenity Prayer" has always resonated with me in its profound simplicity. I did not realize, however that it is a snippet of a longer prayer:

The Complete Serenity Prayer
  • God, give us grace to accept with serenity
    the things that cannot be changed,
    courage to change the things
    which should be changed,
    and the wisdom to distinguish
    the one from the other.
    Living one day at a time,
    Enjoying one moment at a time,
    Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
    Taking, as Jesus did,
    This sinful world as it is,
    Not as I would have it,
    Trusting that You will make all things right,
    If I surrender to Your will,
    So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
    And supremely happy with You forever in the next.

    -- Reinhold Niebuhr (1892-1971

    Who could improve on these words? Certainly not me!

    Happy Wednesday!


    Popular posts from this blog

    Year Three, Day 134: The Charmed Life of a Commuting Grandma

    I just discovered that the Starbucks at Cascades Station stays open until 10:00 p.m. every night.

    Just when I was wanting to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. Being a commuting grandma really is not that difficult. Actually, my life pretty much rocks right now!

    Today has been a very good day. And I had maybe 3 hours of solid sleep last night. The Burrito has decided she likes to sleep cuddled in the arms of her Great Grandma Blanche or Grandma Zita during the day. Or snuggled safe in her infant seat while her mom, grandma and great grandma go out to lunch, do laundry and go shopping.

    I warned my daughter that the
    Baby Burrito needed some awake time yesterday. Or else we would pay for it in the evening. But getting so much done with a snoozing baby in tow was so freeing. Especially since Baby Burrito's dad is elk hunting all weekend.

    We finally roused her for a bath, diaper change and piano lesson early afternoon.

    Baby Burrito had a fantastic first piano lesson. At…

    Year Three, Day 236: Memories of Food

    Well, I ALMOST got on the treadmill today!

    I planned on it. I actually had a very productive morning. I woke up super early, but it was cold and I knew I would be exhausted if I actually got vertical at 4:47 a.m. So I stayed in bed and checked emails, and played a few games of Words with Friends.

    I drifted off again, and finally got out of bed at 9:30.  I did my prayer, journaling, bible study and reading from my Joyce Meyer Book. (The Mind Connection). I have only one more chapter to read and I am finished with the book! At which point, I plan on going back to the beginning and rereading the whole thing. It is that good!

    I did my morning hoop. It was a crisp, cold morning, but no wind. I had a good workout. Then I practiced a bit of piano and did some piano lesson planning for my students.

    I had planned on grabbing a quick lunch and then hopping on the Max to the gym where I would hop on the treadmill, hop in the jacuzzi and then grab a quick shower before my students.

    The bus that g…

    Year Three, Day 261: The Belligerent Man, The Bus Driver, and the Woman in a Poncho

    I just had a most entertaining bus ride!

    I had just gotten of the Max at the Hollywood Transit Center. I was coming down the steps, when I saw the #75 to Milwaukie entering the parking lot. That was my transfer bus!  I didn't want to miss it, because at this time of day, it might be a 20 minute wait until the next one.

    I had just come from a lovely sushi lunch with  my daughter and Baby Gracie at Cascades Station.

    The plan was for me to teach my piano students and then return to Vancouver tonight. My daughter has much work to do at home and we all know that working at home with a 5 month old baby is a bit of an oxymoron!

    Anyway, I hurried down the stairs, being very mindful. The steps were slippery in the Portland drizzle. Slipping and falling would kind of put a cramp in my day.

    I slowed down when I noticed there was a long line of passengers waiting to board. At the end of the line was an older, distinguished looking gentleman.  He was wearing a long overcoat and hat.  He nodded…