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Year Two, Day 302: Sparks

Today started out much better than yesterday. I slept well last night.  Very deep. But I still hit the snooze button instead of getting up and exercising.  My excuse?

Too cold!

I have been using that excuse a lot lately. But it is cold. And dark. And damp.

I think human beings were really meant to hibernate in the winter. Like bears.  I could seriously sleep all winter. And wake up in the spring. To flowers, birds singing, sunshine.

I don't mind the rain. But the cold, the wind, the dark.  I just want to sleep!

Ok. That was my "dump" for the day.  Feels good to vent.  Complaining is not socially acceptable these days. It never really was. But I don't want to bring others down.

So, moving on...I am going to attempt every morning to get up at 6:30 and workout for at least 30 minutes. I know from past experience that I need this!

I am still recovering from this head cold thing. My cold sore is almost unnoticeable.

Exercise is one of the best antidepressants for me. Aside from prayer.

I heard from my friend "M" yesterday.  I don't know if you remember M.  We met back in the summer when I was dabbling in dating apps. I met him through "OKCupid".  We met at a Starbucks. He was a nice gentleman. Beautiful blue eyes. We didn't have sparks. Just...nice.

But I had just injured my back and was in rehab mode.  He also had back issues and was preparing for surgery.  But over the last several months, he would text me once or twice a week to keep in touch.

Very nice. Very pleasant.

He had his surgery recently and is in physical therapy. He has been released to do regular walking now.  So on a whim, I told him I like to walk. And that I especially like to walk the Grotto.  And that now it is Lent, I would love to go up and walk the labyrinth.

He has never been, but he sounded interested. And he offered to take me to lunch.  We agreed that we should wait until the rain lets up.

So maybe in a month or two. LOL.

I had a discussion with a female friend today. We talked about men. Relationships. And sparks. We both agreed that sparks are not necessary for a good, healthy, loving relationship.

It sure took me a long time to realize that. Like 35 years.

But I am learning.

Just like I am determined to learn how to play jazz. After 50 years of playing classical music.

I sat down to practice this evening when I got home from teaching. I could hardly wait. First I played some Bach. Reading music is very comfortable for me.  I like to relax with sightreading. I've always been an odd duck.


Then I moved onto the jazz piece I am working on with my student.  And I felt like a fish. Flopping around. Out of water.


But I stuck with it. I am going to put in some time each day. Like I advise my students.

And tomorrow, for sure, as you are my witness, I am going to exercise before I head out!!

Today's fruit of the spirit that I focused on was "patience". As usual, it is fitting.  I think the person I need to have the most patience with is myself!

Hope your Thursday was a happy one.

Talk to you tomorrow!

Zita :)


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