I turned 50 last September which means a year has almost passed since that milestone. I had plans to transform into my very BEST self by this time. I have not. A creative outlet is always good. I like reading, but ever since I got these stupid trifocals, it’s hard. You have to hold the book or tablet practically right under your nose to be able to see it clearly. Cheater glasses, just for reading, do work, but I think they are the cause of some of my headaches. So, I’m not exactly poring over reading material the way I used to. Anyway, I’m pretty good at talking about myself and looking for attention. Don’t be alarmed. I’m medicated and in regular therapy. Mental health is a real bugger.

I’ve always been terrible at keeping a journal. I start and stop a million times. Since I’m paying for this blog, I figure it will encourage me to check in more often. I LOVE writing – I AM a minister, after all. I write at least one sermon (well researched speech about faith) every week. But this is for me, and for you if you want to follow my reflections and my mindfulness journey. My family and I are long suffering and do our best to DO OUR BEST.

My daughter and I walked our dog this morning. It’s a beautiful day and the sun is out. The best moment was passing by a yard with a very visible garden. What a wonderful realization that I am not alone. Their garden looked at least as overgrown as my flower beds. Yes! Solidarity feels way healthier than humiliation.