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Year Four, Day 341: Love During Time of Pandemic, An Introduction

Hello Friends!

It is Zita, your long lost daily blogger!

So much has happened since my last post.  So many things that I simply cannot talk about in public!

I scarcely know how to begin. But my biggest news is the return of a very special man in my life.  A man I lost contact with 18 years ago.  It has been wonderful. I have been filled with joy. And also fear.  Caring so deeply for someone does come with risks.

The worst part about this new/old love affair? I have felt the need to talk about it. Precisely, to blog about it! And I felt that I couldn't.

You see,  when I first created this blog, I made a pact with myself to be open and transparent. But not to reveal personal details about people. Especially the living.  I vowed to blog with a conscience.

Well, today my man from the past has given me permission to write about our experience. I'll call him "A" This is not a tell-all memoir.  But the story is so incredible, I simply cannot keep it to myself. My son-in-law calls it a fairy tale.  But fairy tales usually have happy endings. I do not know how this will end (I hope it never ends) but I am trying really hard to stay in the moment and enjoy these feelings.

And even more incredible - my blog has turned out to be a bit prophetic! For those of you who have been following my journey, I am going to quote myself, nerd that I am. This is from a post on June 10, 2020:

"One thought that came to me in the park today was: It is O.K. if I am invisible. My life is not over, but my youth is.  I seem to be clinging to a raft.  That raft is my self esteem, my broken dreams, and unfinished projects.  The truth that is hovering beyond my acceptance is that I need to let go and be more in the now. And be ok with me as I am.  But there is another aspect of me.  A resistor.  Someone who says my life is not over until it is over. I can still run that marathon. I can still break free with my music. I can still find a man to love.  Wow, did I just type that?  I didn't know that was even on my list." 

https://soulrunnings.blogspot.com/2020/06/year-four-day-337-i-am-hub.html

....to be continued. (This is the first post in this series.  I will continue it tomorrow. I promise!)

I hope you are all well and finding joy, peace, and happiness in your worlds.



Talk to you tomorrow!


Love to you all,



Zita





P.S. On an entirely different subject, I have completed 36 days of my IF/water fasting program. I have lost 7 pounds and at last I am not controlled by my appetite.  I continue to fast most days after 2, only drinking water and tea. I give myself permission to eat a little later on Sundays, my "feast day", but usually I finish eating by 6 p.m. at the latest on Sunday.

My challenge is still struggling getting enough exercise in. I have injured my back twice. So I am walking and doing a bit of Qi Gong.  I started Pilates, and am incorporating some posture exercises. But exercise is my priority now that my eating is under control.

I will give a update on my fasting program in a few days, when I hit 40 days - a most biblical number!





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