(This was my blog from yesterday, March 18, but my computer was acting up and I was unable to post it. I have not regretted my decision to write in Word first.)
The one that says “World’s Best Dad” on it. I had to sprint uphill after it and three times the wind took it just before I could get the end of my stick on it. But in the end I caught it. Strong wind from the south that is bringing this extremely unseasonable weather made it really hard to keep the hat on while I was coming back. I think I need to do something with a string and a safety pin and the back of my T-shirt.
I thought that after two days in a row I’d be fried, but not as badly as I thought I’d be. I’m taking two days off now, Monday because I always take Monday, and Tuesday because there’s an extra rehearsal for my singing group, which has a concert on Thursday. So it will probably be Wednesday, skip Thursday and then 3 in a row again. At least now I know I can do it.
Attempting to meditate on love again on the way back, this time I was sending love to my knees, then expanded to include most of the rest of my aching parts. I have been struggling with the concept of loving oneself which we are SO programmed not to do. I think it helped and it kept my mind off of disliking pain. At least some of the time.