Right now, I'm blogging.
But as I'm blogging, before and after, I'm cooking my dinner of fish and asparagus. I'm reading The New Yorker. And I'm drinking a glass of Sangria.
For reasons that completely escape me, I'm not focused on how I missed my exercise class because I got caught up at work. I'm not thinking about that Very Hard Family Meeting I will have to have tomorrow at the Child Welfare office. I am not thinking about why I still haven't heard about graduate school yet. I am not worried that the steroid shots I've been receiving are not working on my frozen shoulder.
{These are things I normally think about.}
Instead, I am thinking about much I love fish, asparagus and Sangria. I am thinking about how completely and totally in love with my three month old roommate I am and how I get to have her all to myself this Saturday. I am thinking about a lovely trip to Calgary I will be taking this fall with a dear friend. I am concentrated on the breeze that's coming from the open door and settling on my bare legs.
It's happy.
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Oh you write, so beautifully...this post grabbed me and sucked me in...
You are dear to my heart.
Oh Lisa,
Praying for you today especially, and that you will have at the very least..... several of these evenings. No guilt, no pressure, just complete joy in life and your sangria! ;)
Sweetie.... I have missed too many of my work-outs in the last week.
You know, my mom lives North of Spokane about an hour, and I spent my late teen years in Chewelah. :)
A bunch of my family live in E.WA. Acually.
I so hope you are well today.
Go with the knowlege that He is with you, and there are many here for you.
XO,
Minta