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Year Three, Day 166: Strong

I am glad I am wearing my "Strong" t-shirt today. I believe it represents my state of mind!

I did a nice long hoop workout this morning. It was a lovely, warm fall day.  The leaves are changing colors, a nice warm breeze was blowing and the sky was clear.





 I hooped near the community garden. Where I often see the little white bunny!

I saw him again today, as I headed out to catch the bus.  A young adult had gotten of their bike and was sitting on the ground, quietly with their arms stretched out. The bunny was sitting very close to this person.


I got a picture, but it's hard to make out the image. I didn't want to get too close and scare them!

After hooping, I had a wonderful hour long practice. I am finding that my practice sessions are more productive lately.  There has been a change in my focus.  I think it is because I have removed so many things from my life that weren't serving me. Like the search for romance.  That was a big time waster!   While I accept and don't regret (too much) the time spent looking for love, I am so much happier accepting my singlehood. Especially now that I am a grandma!

Anyway, I found that I was really focused on understanding the music I was playing, not just mindlessly going through the motions.  I was so pleased with my practice, I wished I had started earlier in the day so that I could have put in more than one hour!



Getting up earlier is still on my list!

While waiting for the bus, I checked Facebook. I was alarmed by the posts of a young man, a friend of my son's that I have known for many years. He is a sweet young fellow. He calls me "Mom".

He put up some very dark and depressing posts about how his life was meaningless and it would be ending soon. His recent ex-girlfriend also posted for people to contact him.

So I did. I texted him. I asked him how he was. He said "bad". I asked him where he was. He said "Walking the streets"  Apparently he was alone and very down. He was trying to cash a check to get some food.  I told him he could contact me anytime if he wanted to talk. And, while I did not have much, I would always be happy to buy him something to eat. I also gave him the number of the Text Crisis Line. Then I got on Facebook and asked my friends to pray for our friend. "God knows his name" I said. I was so touched by my friends who responded saying they were praying right then and there!

About an hour ago, I checked in again. One of his friends said that his cousin is going to pick up our depressed young man. Thank you God! Thank you friends!

Text HOME to 741741 from anywhere in the USA, anytime, about any type of crisis. (https://www.crisistextline.org/#how)



I stopped off at one of my favorite Pho restaurants, "Pho Vietnam" on SE 82nd and Foster.  After lunch, I went to catch the bus. I was so pleased to find a public service message on the wall of the bus stop! It listed a ton of resources for hungry and homeless people, including a map pinpointing their spot!  


Way to go TriMet!
The rest of my day has been spent teaching. One of my students, a very energetic 9 year-old girl is very excited to start learning "Deck the Halls" for my December piano student recital. She was jumping up and down and being quite silly.  At one point, she looked at my face and said, "What? Silly is a good way to learn!"

Indeed!
She has the whole first part down.  It is official. We are heading into the holiday season. I have started to teach my first Christmas carol!

On that note, I need to head out to my next student. And then if there is time, I need to pick up a refill of my Prednisone prescription. I started wheezing again last night. But I am taking a lot of vitamins, drinking hot tea, walking, breathing deeply and hooping.  I am strong! I am a survivor!

Happy Wednesday!
Talk to you tomorrow!

Love,

Zita 

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