Well there is not much to say today. Perhaps for those who put credence in the bad luck of the number 13, you would shrug and murmur what else could I have expected. However, there has not been much to say for many days, and I am beginning to suspect that my prior cup runneth over months of having the words begging for escape, was possibly enabled by medication. Sigh….so sad. Not sad enough to continue pill popping just to have a bit of motivation, to perhaps be a bit more productive.
Still sigh……I have to admit that I do now and then, miss having the occasional coherent and linear thought…..heavy, heavy, sigh.
Well that was the bad for today, so now it is time for something good. Perhaps I will play with the daily prompt and sandwich some goodness between two bads, or perhaps not. It all depends on where this rambling post leads me, and as it seems fractured thoughts are are to be the norm, I find myself led to a bullet list.
So a few good things as of late:
- I have started a fitness plan that is comprised of lists and plans which so suits me that I have lost 23 pounds. My goal is to lose no more than 1-2 pounds a week and not be hungry. Guess what! It is working. Now I do realize that in the past when I have told others of my intent to do something, it was a sure fire way to ensure its demise, but with this being my 13th day book post and all, I am going to go ahead and risk it.
I was interrupted, delightfully so, by a constant stream of children and grandchildren who desired my attention towards whatever they had to share of their day, and have therefore, completely lost whatever slim train of thought I was tentatively in possession of.
Now I could look at interruptions as a bad thing or good thing, and being the Pollyanna that I am, I will obviously go for the good. I can’t help it and wouldn’t want to change even if I could. It is just my nature to find a silver lining in all circumstances and then cling to it for dear life. It brings me contentment, even when the darkness descends, and the Lord and I sit in my treacherous chair together, marveling at each kernel goodness He brings my way while we wait for the sun to shine again, and guess what, it always does.
I look at this drawing of my elephant of depression, and even he is happy. I suppose it is a good thing, this gift from God, this ability to find the joy in all the world has to throw at me. Even if it does sometimes annoy the heck out of those around me, but then again, I can see that as a good thing too ya know 😉
Praise and thanksgiving to a good and holy God. May I continue to cling to Him through the good and the bad, for He is my rock and salvation.