It's only the third day into 2011 and it has been very full already:
- We rang it in with brothers and sisters, worshiping Jesus. One of the best sets I can remember in ages. (Then I moonwalked and did the Cha-cha Slide in the basement with the young folk, naturally.)
- Prayed and cried and prayed and cried until the Lord relieved a friend of her suffering and took her home to Himself last night. Now rejoicing with her and lifting up her family as they undertake a new year and a new life w/o her godly and ambitious presence.
- Started a picture-a-day blog. (And it better not be as time-consuming as the set up and html manipulations. "I want GREEN text. That's white. I want GREEN! No! I. WANT. GREEN.")
- Sent my favorite daughter and 3 months worth of food back this AM to live in a cabin in the mountains w/o electricity or phone, but with great people and an awesome God.
I am so glad I wrote that down. I don't feel nearly so guilty for being tired now. :)
Should I 'update' the mono thing? Blech...briefly in case anyone is interested. Feel free to skip to the end.
I am where I am. It is not where I used to be. I am finding some upsides; the downside is simple: I cannot do as much as I used to, nor as well and I think fewer 'thinks'. The interesting part is that this downside IS ALSO THE UPSIDE and I am dialing back my life's accelerator of 45+ years from 'Breakneck Speed' to 'Steady as She Goes' and trying to learn to like it. I am reading books again, that's nice. My quiet times are more consistent. And I am making some small progress in my home that has needed my attention for a very long time. I am resting more. I am more calm (says my husband). Sometimes 'calm' feels almost like 'dulled' or 'deadened' and I have to remind myself that "PEACEFUL IS GOOD". It's all about word choice, you know. ;)
Physically I am not comfortable, but hope to make some progress there as well. I am very, very heavy and, not surprisingly, achy. My immune system must be low b/c I'm having arthritis issues that have been quiet for over 6 years. And the main cognitive leftover is rather fascinating: a strange phenomena where my first conscious thought each day is a song playing in my head! That's right, words and everything! It's kind of funny--something to look forward to each morning! I should keep a notepad by my bed and write them down, b/c I usually forget them by midmorning. January 1 was noteworthy though: Give Me Your Eyes by Brandon Heath. A poignant start to the new year, because the Lord's perspective on everything is indeed my heart's desire. I've had great worship songs open for the last few days, but this has been going on for months and it really can pull from any odd memory, I guess, since I've had a couple of hip '60's tunes start my day as well. I'm dreading the thought of Rod Stewart waking me up with "If You Want My Body"... O.O That's when I'll have to set G's new cd/mp3 alarm clock with Haydn or something more palatable. Yesterday was the Parachute Band, one of my favorites, and this AM a worship chorus that has already vaporized.
So in short, it's quieter upstairs than ever and all is generally well. I was pretty sure I wanted a less noisy mind; this apparently is my chance to find out.
