Days Sixty-Five and Sixty-Six Post Together; 0 Days All Alone

Well, it's here. The last day(s) of this endeavor. It's not what I thought it would be - it's different and, I think, better.

I'll start with the goals:

1. Sidewalk project - completed. It took a little extra time and I am happy with the result. It gave me another dose of confidence and drive to do big physical home projects. Sometimes I am prone to want to do things, but continue to put them off. Now when I find myself saying "I should" then I can look out my front door for inspiration and say "I will now."

2. Play 10 rounds of golf - completed. It came down to the wire, but I did it. Playing this many times bolstered my confidence in my game, and my conviction that I enjoy playing. By continuing to play in spite of my beginning skills, I improved a smidgen. I also am even more committed to trying to improve through practice and playing. It helped me become a more determined beginner.

3. Run 2 miles without stopping. I did it. I can actually jog, which was totally a revelation for me. It caused me to accept my athletic possibilities, and realize that I can push myself. It helped me realize that I don't have to settle for only what I think I can do - I can do what I couldn't have imagined doing, if I just keep working at it.

4. Complete a 30-story book. Technically I have finished it. Currently the book is in very rough form, and not complete, as I decided to have 40 stories in it instead of 30. I have wanted to do this for several years - this project caused me to truly commit to the book. I relish the comfort and satisfaction I have from writing. I also accept that the idea of doing something with my finished work is daunting. Guess we'll have to see where this leads me. I am a writer - now I just have to imagine I will have a reader!

5. Find new avenues instead of eating. I believe I'm on the road on this one. I created a chart that listed alternative activities, but I prefer to ignore the chart (even though it's in the center of my refrigerator). But I am aware of my tendencies, and have become aware of my thoughts when I reach for something to stuff in my mouth. Was this goal achieved? That's hard to say, because this was more of an abstract goal, and difficult to find an objective determination. I will say that this goal will be ongoing forever - but it did change my life as I look at how I eat with different perspectives than I did before.

6. Wear size ##. Yes and No. Depends on the label and manufacturer. Some things fit better, some things are still snug. Some things I slip on in my desired size, others in a size larger make me look like a stuffed pig. I know I will be more satisfied when I can wear smaller clothes. The change I see is the realization that I've got to work toward it if I really want to achieve it. This goal wasn't as imperative as the others, so it sat on the side. Am I disappointed? Not so much - it will happen.

7. Lose 19 pounds. Did not happen. Lost a few pounds, but not nearly what I wanted to. Am I disappointed? Again, not so much. It will happen when I really choose to focus on it. It just didn't happen now. But it will.

8. Run a half-marathon in 2:30. It didn't happen for all the right reasons. I learned my limitations as well as my possibilities. I know I am capable and what I need to do.

So, what's my final evaluation of this project? I'm proud of what I did. It didn't turn out as I expected. I thought by achieving these eight goals, the actual culmination of the goal would be the change in me. Instead, I realize the changes came about because of the work towards the goals. The actual goals were like the medals I receive at the end of a race - just a tangible reminder of what I've accomplished. I'm changed for having experienced these sixty-six days, and I received far more than I could have ever hoped.

So, what's next? The next time I post, I will be 50 years old. Wow. These sixty-six days will be history, but I will continue to be making and writing my new history. Starting on Monday, you can find me at http://luanneatfifty.blogspot.com/.

Thanks for reading - best wishes for your life, whatever it holds for you. I hope your path to your goals was as meaningful as mine.

Day Sixty-Four Stops to Think; 2 Stop to Listen

I can hardly believe it's almost here - the end of this project AND my fiftieth birthday. It has certainly been a ride. As I near the end of this sixty-six day experiment, I have learned a lot. Here are a few things I can tell you tonight:

1. I've learned that I'm an optimist at heart. I've been masquerading as a pessimist in a misguided attempt to cope with life. But I've learned that I am much happier if I emphasize the positive in my life rather than focus solely on the negative.

2. I've learned that I sometimes let too much of life pass by, waiting for something else to happen, or writing off days if things seem awry. These sixty-six days have taught me to stop and focus on each day, especially the good things in each day.

3. I realize that setting goals for a specific time period has a tendency to drive me to action, but also to stress me out. It's a tightrope for me - when faced with a target date, I am compelled "to do" but also tend to obsess. My answer is to set goals but not always a deadline, work steadily, and document my progress (or else I will put the goal off and pretend I am going to do it in "tomorrow fantasy land").

4. I recognize the difference in my goals - these eight varied from a specific task (sidewalk) to the abstract (find new avenues instead of eating recklessly). The goals varied from things that probably could be done in sixty-six days (play ten rounds of golf), to others that realistically should take longer (run a half marathon in 2:30). I learned that I have to really look at each goal, and set parameters that will suit a particular goal both in time and in achievement.

5. I accept that I may not meet a goal in the way I think I should. But through that goal, I may achieve other goals that are more meaningful. While I wanted to run a half marathon in record time, I wouldn't have learned as much about myself had that happened. I thought that each goal was an end unto itself; what I found is that each goal was a door to a whole lot of self-awareness.

6. I believe that my goals are not the sole essence of who I am. I am still working on believing that my goals are not me to those around me. I announced my goals and intentions to anyone who would listen, then worried what those people would think if I didn't make these goals. I still struggle with that, wondering if they are disappointed in me. But it's okay, because it helps me feel human and not some machine that has to keep achieving to be meaningful.

7. By focusing on these goals, I have learned their importance to me, as well as their fears. Maybe it has taken me a while to finish my book because I'm a little afraid of what I will do once I feel it is finished. Maybe losing weight wasn't as important as playing golf. I realize that there is more to my goals than just the end result - there are other elements at play in each one. By really looking at any goal I set, I can understand more about how to reach it, and more about me.

So that's what I've thought about tonight. I still have two more days, but tomorrow will be my last post for this blog, because I will be leaving for the Twin Cities 3-Day. Tomorrow I will share my final thoughts on the eight and where this blog will go next.

It's been a good sixty-four days. I started out wanting to make changes in my life, and I have done that. I just had no idea what those changes would really mean.

Day Sixty-Three Is Good in Many Ways; 3 Waiting for Their Claim to Good

Today I went to the tire place to get my new tire, only to be told they could fix the tire - no charge. Later I apparently drove through some paint on the road, which splashed up on my car but I didn't realize until hours later. Fortunately it was some sort of latex paint, which pretty much washed off with no harm to the car. Guess today was a good car day.

Later in the day I spent some time on the computer, and ended up with three more stories - only three more to go. Guess today was a good writing day.

I found a straw to fit the hole I drilled in my water bottle for the 3-day. I also got the oatmeal raisin cookies that Lynnette and I eat on our training walks. Later Lynnette and I talked 3-day packing tips. Guess today was a good 3-day prep day.

With only three days left, there's a lot to think about. But for now, I think I'll just close and go to bed - that's the best way to end a good day.

Day Sixty-Two Celebrates an Anniversary; 4 Waiting to Celebrate A Birthday

Today was not my day of choice. Why? Because I spent most of the day running around attempting to accomplish two major projects. It was basically an administrative day.

I spent most of the day on the phone with Sprint/Nextel attempting to convince them that they were billing MB for a phone she disconnected two months ago. I ended up talking with four different employees who continued to send me to the next individual, disconnecting me in the process. When I would call back, I would hold for at least thirty minutes listening to music, then tell my phone story again to the new person (who may or may not be familiar with the English language). The good news is that the phone story has come to an end and MB has been freed from her phone bondage.

Today was also an automotive repair day. I went to the Firestone place, then the dealership, then back to the Firestone place. My tire with the screw in it (and only 5000 miles on it) cannot be repaired, and must be replaced. But the tire has to be brought in from another store, so this saga will carry on until tomorrow.

I did get other tasks completed, including procuring a safe deposit box, finishing my 3-Day sash and extra t-shirt, arranging and rearranging hotels for the night before and after the 3-Day, and other various errands. I did not Curve or walk, and consumed entirely too many salt and vinegar potato chips at Molly's.

Steve and I did play my 10th (and final for this project) round of golf. I played better than yesterday, actually hitting a few good shots. It was a good afternoon, especially since the weather was decent. One more goal accomplished.

Today was busy at times, frustrating at times, tiring at times, productive at times, encouraging at times, discouraging at times, and rewarding at times. Just another ordinary day.

August 20 is our anniversary. Steve and I have been married 30 years. Just like today, the past 30 years have been busy, frustrating, tiring, productive, encouraging, discouraging, and rewarding. Through it all, God has blessed me.

I am thankful to know whether it is 30 years, or 66 days, or just 24 hours, God is right beside me.

Day Sixty-One Uses a Calculator; 5 Count on One Hand

Why did Day Sixty-One use a calculator? To count the number of golf swings I made today. Yes, I played a round of golf today, more or less. Steve and I started on one part of the golf course, but found it too busy, so we went back to the clubhouse and started on the other side. I wish that I could say the change in courses affected my golf game, but it didn't. It was abysmal on one side, and transferred to the other. The good news is (a) I lost 3 balls, but found 7, (b) I hit the ball over the grown-over ditch hazard (a first), and (c) I played my ninth round!

Otherwise today was fairly quiet. I got up, went to church, went shopping for some bug spray for the 3-day, bought some material for Maribeth's quilt, and wrote two more stories. Progress continues to happen on these remaining days of the sixty-six.

Day Sixty Waiting for Completion; 6 Hurrying to Join Their Mates

Today Lynnette and I completed our final long training walk - our last 10 miles before the 3-Day. The weather was not unbearably hot, and a breeze blew through every now and then. We believe God gave us the good weather because our attitudes were a bit on the sour side. In other words, we are glad to be done, and are looking forward to our experience next weekend.

After the walk, we joined Sam, Molly, Scout, and Jenny for lunch. Molly is watching all 10 seasons of Friends in a week (part of a bet). I guess that's what 21-year-olds do. Meanwhile, Maribeth is still walking the AT, now with a ferret in tow. I guess that's what 23-year-olds do. I'm thinking being a 50-year-old is looking pretty good.

I spent tonight working on my book. As of this post, I have titles for all the remaining stories - I just have to finish them. I have six days to write, but having the titles (and accompanying ideas) is a huge step forward.

I did eat a bit today. I'm not extremely proud of that, but I'll keep working on it. Fatigue was my excuse today - so I've got to come up with a plan for coping. Hmm - maybe a nap instead of a cupcake?

I'm hoping for decent weather tomorrow so I can get in a round of golf. With only two rounds left, I may have to suck it up and play in the oven I call outside.

The days are slipping by, but I'm still working. That's what 50-year-olds do.

Day Fifty-Nine Endures the Heat; 7 Waiting for Cooler Weather

Today's plan was to do nothing but write. My first order of business was to further refine my 3-Day visor by sewing on parts of a hat Marilyn sent me:

I think it turned out pretty cool. I am sure to be the hit of the walk on August 24!

Once my sewing project was complete, I started writing. I took a short break to run errands and to attend the Cool People Care anniversary party. Today was successful - as of this posting, I have 22 stories written.

On another front, most of today I fantasized about a Big Mac and/or a Quarter Pounder meal, complete with fries. However, I managed to resist. How? By thinking logically and clearly, and not rushing out to purchase the above mentioned food. I forced myself to stop and breathe, knowing those burgers were not in my best interest. I refused to rationalize such a food choice and I didn't go into denial about the whole situation and make a McDonald's run. I did good.

Now it is late, and I must get to bed. The good news is that Lynnette and I have to walk only 10 miles tomorrow, so we get to sleep in until 6:30. One week from today, we will have finished our first 20-mile day. It's hard to believe that I have only seven days left. I am making progress - we'll just see where I end up.

Day Fifty-Eight Says Goodbye to Elvis; 8 Say Thank you, Thank you very much

Today was a busy day. First appointment at 9 am, followed by errands, feeding Missy the Grandcat, picking up Sam and Lynnette at the airport and having lunch with them, a run by Starbucks, a chat with Rebekah, then dinner with Puffy Emily. No walking, no Curves (letting the body rest after yesterday afternoon's activity), no golf, no writing.

So where have my goals gone? One would think at this stage of the game, the eight would be my sole focus. It appears that one would be wrong.

The fact is that for the past several days, I haven't been working on my goals. Today I was busy. Yesterday I was sick. What will I be tomorrow? I don't know - I can just assure myself that the eight aren't missing, nor have I abandoned them.

My goals are still ever present - I have eight days left. One week from tomorrow I will be 50 years old. This will be an interesting week.

Day Fifty-Seven Tosses Its Cookies; Nine Sipping on Ginger Ale

Ah... Best laid plans, and all that. Today started out on a good note. Although I slept in a bit, I got up, dropped off some old towels to the Humane Society, worked out at Curves, and recycled my paper and plastic. I had time to clean myself up and stop by to feed Missy The Grandcat before picking up Steve at the airport. All was going well, until Molly and Scout showed up.

The three of us made a decision to have lunch at our favorite Mexican food restaurant. This is when the day went awry. I have eaten at this particular establishment many times. I have also become deathly gastronomically ill on the same days. Coincidence? I thought perhaps, except there were times when I partook of said food and did not become ill. However, today was not to be one of those days.

After eating and a brief shopping spree at the Dollar Store, I returned home, took a sinus pill (thanks to 103 degree heat), and decided to take a nap. I woke later, feeling like a huge mountain had been placed on my body. This was a much-preferred feeling to the feeling that was about to happen. The next feeling was that of my stomach and all its attached organs deciding to protest my chosen lunch. It became quite a violent protest. I tried all my usual remedies. I ran cold water on my hands and on a washcloth to put on my head and neck. I lay on my bed. I lay on the floor. I prayed - a lot. I changed clothes to the loosest ones I could find. I turned on the shower, got in, then started running a bath. I got out of the bath, dressed, and went to the couch in the den. Finally, I just put my finger down my throat - I figured it really couldn't be any worse. BINGO!!! Without any graphic details, let's just say in thirty minutes, the protest was cancelled, as there was nothing left to protest about.

Needless to say, this took all of my afternoon. Once I was no longer writhing in agony, the most activity I could muster was to get my tonic of choice, ginger ale, and some crackers and lay on the couch to munch and sip. As of now, I am recovered. I have eaten waffles, a banana, and a bowl of Cheerios with no ill effects. I believe I have learned my lesson, and must say adios to former-favorite Mexican place!!

Was this a good day? Yes - I survived. But this is certainly not the way I envisioned spending the last ten days of this project.

Day Fifty-Six Goes Thisaway; 10 Go Thataway

What does today's title mean? It means that I am busy doing things, but nothing to pursue my goals. It means I am getting a lot done, but none of it has to do with the eight. It means time is running out, and I'm beginning to get a little antsy. Either I want it to hurry up and be done, or I am just ignoring the situation.

That being said, I realize I have ten days left. Ten days to do something, to put more goals to bed, to achieve that which I set out to do 56 days ago. I have ten more days to put everything I've got into this. Let's just see what I can do in ten days.

Day Fifty-Five Goes the Speed Limit; 11 Speeding Up

Today started with a list that got longer. Some things got checked off, and the rest will go on tomorrow's list. All in all, it was a pretty productive Monday.

As far as my goals go, there is nothing significant to report. I ate recklessly, but I did Curve and walk. I thought about writing, but didn't take the time to do it. I looked at my golf clubs, but hung shelves instead.

Now it is late at night, and I am ready to sleep. Tomorrow will begin soon enough, and looks like it will be a full day. Today's post is short, but today wasn't a day for words. It was just a day to live and appreciate and experience. It was a good day.

Day Fifty-Four Eats Too Much; 12 Researching Diets

Today turned out to be "Eat A Bunch of Food" day. Molly, Scout, and I went to the Cheesecake Factory and ate. And ate and ate and ate. It was delicious, and I can't say I regret anything I ordered. However, I do question the idea of ordering so much food for one meal. There was only one thing to do after gorging ourselves - that would be to nap.

Unfortunately, I did not get to partake in the napping process, as I had a few tasks to complete. I also wanted to watch Tiger win the PGA Championship , hoping his skills would somehow transcend the television and soak into my being. While I don't think that happened, I did enjoy watching him play.

Now it is the end of the day, and I must say I am fairly satisfied with the way today turned out. I didn't get everything done I wanted to do, but I completed several projects that were meaningful to me. I didn't get a nap, but I should sleep well tonight (provided Shaggy the Cat decides to stay out all night). I didn't make any significant progress towards my goals, but I enjoyed a day free from focusing about them.

Tomorrow is Monday, and I have a lot of tasks planned, both related to my goals and to my life in general. I want to decide which of the eight are going to be life-long pursuits, and spend the remaining twelve days finding ways to incorporate these ideas into my daily life. I am seeing that these sixty-six days have developed many meanings, and it's time I started examining what those meanings are.

Today I did some things I enjoy and wanted to do. What a good way to spend the day.

Day Fifty-Three Catches Up; 13 Still Dilly-Dallying

Today started early. Lynnette and I had planned to start walking at 5:00 a.m., so when I awoke and saw the time was 4:00 a.m., I decided to go ahead, get up, and get ready. An hour later, we headed out. Neither of us really wanted to walk, but wouldn't say so. We just kept walking mile after mile. It was not pretty. At our Circle K stop, Lynnette got chocolate milk, and I got a 32 oz fountain drink. This certainly was not the snack of champions, but it refreshed us enough after nine miles to continue walking the remaining eight. Needless to say, we were thrilled when we finished, and even more thrilled when Molly and Scout brought lunch. The best news is that we've both made our goals, and today was the last long training walk!!

After lunch, the gang left, and I got busy doing all the paperwork tasks that have been piling up. I also got a few sewing projects completed. As of this moment, I am pretty much caught up, which is a good thing, since tomorrow is "Take It Easy Day." I'm still not sure what that means, but I think having no plan IS the plan.

Today was a day of accomplishments. Some were more difficult than others, some had been on the books longer than others, and some were quickly completed and checked off the list. But each one was important, because it had a part in making today the good day that it turned out to be.

Day Fifty-Two Gets The Wrong Order; 14 Still Looking At The Menu

Today started out as an "Oh crap" day. What do I mean? Let me explain:

Oh Crap #1: Fairly soon after I get out of bed, I decided to weigh, and saw that I had GAINED half a pound. Not the best way to start the day. (However, later at noon I weighed again and found that I lost the half-pound. Go figure.)

Oh Crap #2: On my way to take my car in to be serviced, I stopped at the drive-through at Starbucks for a mocha LIGHT and a fat-free muffin. When I pull up to pay, I get my muffin, and a frap that is obviously NOT light, evidenced by the mountain of whipped cream oozing out of the lid. When I mention this to the barrista, she confirms that it is indeed NOT a light, and did I want a light one instead? Since it was rush hour, and there were about a million cars behind me, I decided to take that which I was served and move on. I looked at the bill, and the order person did put in a regular frap. So, here is my dilemma for today: should I have inconvenienced everyone in line and asked for what I ordered, or should I have done as I did and take what was put in the computer? This has happened to me twice at this particular Starbucks. Both times I took the non-light one. I think this is a test, and I'm not sure I'm passing.

Oh Crap #3: After catching a ride with the dealer's courtesy van, I arrived at home. I pulled up the race pictures from Sunday, and saw that I looked like a heifer, a cow, a huge lumbering massive bulk of a person. In other words, I think I looked HUGE (fat, chubby, ginormous)! This was extremely depressing, coming after the morning weigh-in and Starbucks issues.

A few months ago, after three such Oh-Crap moments in such a short period of time and so early in the day, I would have just written off the whole day and gone after a Big Mac. What did I do today? The only thing I could - I just had to laugh. It occurred to me that these were just things that started off my day. I could let them influence the rest of my day and have a bad day, or not. So I laughed and moved on.

Earlier on the ride home from the dealership, I had already decided that today was going to be an "in service day." When I taught, these were the days when the students stayed home, and teachers spent planning, grading, and completing the piles of paperwork so vital in education. Today was going to be that day for me. I didn't walk or Curve; instead I cleaned up my house a bit. It looks better and I feel better. I still have a mountain of paperwork to catch up on, but at least my workplace has a better atmosphere.

Today was a day I could have thrown away before it had barely gotten started. Instead I decided to acknowledge the sour parts but not let them ruin today. In the end, I was very happy with the way the day turned out. Today was a oh-crap day turned good.

Day Fifty-One Forms a Sentence; 15 Searching For Words

I'm not sure what I did today, but I certainly stayed busy. I walked, started and completed a day-long project, ran a few errands, did a bit of shopping, and ate dinner with Sam, Lynnette, and Molly. It's been one of those days that just flew by, and I feel like I just sat on the sidelines, watching it go.

I've already started on my list of things to do tomorrow. Then on Saturday, Lynnette and I have 17 miles to walk, probably starting at 5:00 a.m. With such a challenging Friday and Saturday, I hereby declare Sunday a day-long break day. I'm not sure what that means, but it sure sounds good.

When a day like today rushes past so quickly, I am prone to just let it pass almost unnoticed. But to do so would seemingly render today pointless. I don't believe a day in my life should go by without my determining its value. So what gifts did today give me?

I found out that Pam is really an interesting and funny person. I got to witness Shaggy getting Lynnette's attention with his "paw to the face" routine. I actually started and completed a project in one day, including procurement of needed supplies. I ordered some new shirts from Talbots that were on sale, and got a great deal. I got a new purse (although the jury is still out as to whether it is in style or not). I got a hotel reservation for my preferred choice for the Disney Marathon in January. I ordered an excellent entree for dinner. I tried the new Dippin Dots wanna-be ice cream, and determined it to be adequate.

When I read this list, I can see that today had quite a bit packed in to it. Had I not stopped to think about today, I would have lost sight of its blessings. I'm thankful I paused to consider today - otherwise I might have missed the fact that today was most certainly a good day.

Day Fifty Works Out; 16 Still Stretching

My victory for today is that I did manage to get back to Curves. I was apprehensive, but it actually worked out well. I got there in time for Power Hour, and it helped to work out the residual stiffness from Sunday. Early this morning I also walked two miles, albeit very slowly. Later in the day I accomplished several errands and completed a few tasks. I guess I'm getting back on track.

My days on this project are quickly diminishing. With the days I've had off this week and the disappointment from Sunday, I could easily quit this whole idea. But today I was reading about Paul and his talk about Abraham and faith. Because of their faith, Abraham and Sarah had a child, even though they were WAY too old. Abraham believed God, and God provided. It became clear to me that this sixty-six days is about faith. Faith in myself, and faith in God.

At this point, I could decide to start over, or start a new set of goals, or just abandon the whole project. But if I have the faith to keep going, then I believe everything will work out as it should. So I will continue. With only 16 days remaining, my time is short. But I am going to continue to work towards my goals. I will continue to believe that it will all work out as it should.

In 16 days, I will look back over these sixty-six days and celebrate the changes in my life. I don't know how many of my eight goals will have been met. But I do know that each goal will have caused a change in me. Maybe those changes are the true goals I seek.

Day Forty-Nine Gets Fertilized; 17 Waiting to Grow

High point of today? Getting my "Welcome to AARP card." Apparently they want me so much, that they sent me my card BEFORE I turned 50. The rest of my day certainly was dull compared to that.

I waited all morning for the cable guy to show up and fix the Internet. Since I couldn't leave the house, I decided to fertilize all my outdoor plants. This involved numerous fillings of the watering can, mixing the blue powder, sprinkling, then refilling to sprinkle some more. Tedious. I finished pretty much drenched in fertilizer, but managed to change clothes before Cable Dude arrived. He surfaced at 11:30, and a mere three hours later, he was done. The rest of my day was spent getting MB's May-expired car tags updated, picking up Steve's prescription from Walgreen's, preparing dinner, and clean-up. Certainly nothing to write home (or here) about!

So what did I get from today? Obviously, I needed another recovery day. I had planned to walk and Curve, but my schedule didn't allow that. While I am able to walk upright today, another day off probably was a wiser choice.

I also got my plants fertilized, which was needed. If I had been off running here and there, I would have just ignored an important task. I will enjoy healthier plants in the months to come.

Today was pretty much just mindless - I didn't have to think about my goals, or stew over ones I haven't met or may not meet, or obsess about what I need to do to meet the remaining ones. I'm seven weeks into this project, with just over two weeks left. I'm not stressed - just curious about how the next seventeen days will unfold.

Day Forty-Eight Soaks In The Tub; 18 Running the Water

If you want to see a graphic based on my race yesterday, you can type my name in here. The cartoon girl looks much better than I did yesterday! As for today, I'm not sure there's a muscle NOT weary in my body.

About mid-morning, I soaked in the tub for about half an hour. Afterward I could move much easier. However, it wasn't too long before the aches crept back in. I'm hoping tomorrow I will be back to normal. I chose not to walk or Curve today - I mostly ate and took naps.

Yes, I ate - pizza and ice cream. I figured today was a let-down day. I needed to be down a bit about the race, and eat with abandon. So, I did. It probably wasn't the best move, but I did it anyway. I just needed a day with no real agenda - just to indulge.

Tomorrow I will assess this project and get back on track. It's amazing how this journey has changed. When I started, I saw my goals and just assumed I would work toward them until they were met. I never considered the difference in days - how some would be so productive, some barely productive or not productive at all, and a few that would be counter-productive. I can see now how each day has its place in the picture as a whole.

Today I am tired. My feet hurt from time to time, my muscles don't want to stretch, and I feel like my body is retaining water for fear that it will get dehydrated. I hope with another good night's sleep, I will feel better tomorrow, ready to go after the remaining goals.

Day Forty-Seven Does It In 2:57:51; 19 Training To Go Faster

Okay, so I didn't meet this goal. I gave it my all; but it just wasn't enough today. Am I disappointed? Yes, I wish I could have run faster, longer. But today it just wasn't to be.

How does this leave my in terms of the Sixty-Six Days? This was the first goal that I have not met. It doesn't mean that I failed - I still have a goal of running a half marathon in 2 hours and 30 minutes. It just wasn't this one. (And it won't be the next one - Disneyland - in 4 weeks, the week after I walk 60 miles in 3 days.) But I will do it. I learned today that I need to train harder and differently. So while I didn't make the goal, I am satisfied that I did my best.

Do I feel like God was with me? Definitely, and always. The two previous days were hot and humid. Today was cool and breezy - God provided idyllic weather.

I had prayed about this race and my twisted ankle. The twisted ankle gave me no problems, and I managed to run through the cramp in my side and the hammering pain in my other heel. God was with me every step - but this was a goal he was going to help me on - not do it for me. God helped me continue to run (jog, walk, limp, crawl - whatever) even when I didn't think I had anything left (Miles 9-13). God was with me at every point - but I believe He wanted me to experience this on my own physical terms so I could learn from it.

I believe He knew I needed to learn something more from this other than just the completion of a goal. I needed to learn that every goal I set cannot be set just because I set it. I believe I needed to miss meeting a goal so I could deal with the feelings that come with a disappointment (would everyone who knows about this be disappointed in me - am I a failure - should I even try to run - am I too old - you get the picture). I needed to learn that this is a goal that is going to take a lot more work than I thought.

So, what becomes of this goal? It becomes "In Progress." It will be completed - I'm just not sure when or where. I know how I need to train, and what I need to do.

Today was a hard day. I am sore and tired, and my heel feels like someone is hammering on it. But I enjoyed spending the day with Steve, and I hobbled to parts of New York City that we normally don't frequent (Seaport Village, Battery Park). I am satisfied with my efforts, realizing that in this case, they weren't quite enough. And even though the day didn't turn out as I had hoped, it still was a good day.

Day Forty-Six Goes Uptown on the Number 1 Train; 20 Waiting on the Platform

Day 2 in New York - we slept in, which was nice. We got up and made it to Chinatown, where we got a new things. After lunch in Greenwich Village, we made it back to the hotel in time for a nap. We had dinner at B.B. Kings in Times Square (part of our hotel package), walked around a bit, and are back. Tomorrow starts early, as we have to be in the lobby at 5 am to catch the bus to the race start.

Am I a little stressed? Yes. Although I purchased an ankle support, I am still a little wary of the ankle. Two days of walking around in the heat aren't exactly refreshing. A week ago, I had walked 18 miles, to be followed by 13 the next day. Am I physically ready? Who knows. Am I emotionally and mentally ready? I rarely am.

So where does this leave me? All that I am sure of is this: I know God will be running this race with me. I know I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I know if I truly give this race to God, He will bless it, and the outcome will ultimately be what it should be. Therefore, this is my race plan: to do the best I can, run the race, and leave it to God.

See you tomorrow!

Day Forty-Five Makes It To New York; 21 Waiting in Nashville

I've made it to NYC. We left this morning at 7:45. The flight was uneventful (praise God), except that we flew first-class on American (thanks to some points thing of Steve's). It was nice - I got a muffin on a tray with real glass dishes. As we were flying in, our view of the city was great - you can't beat seeing Manhattan from the sky. I love New York!

After two cab rides (the first driver basically told us to get out and walk the remaining blocks to the hotel), we stowed out bags, took the subway uptown to the race expo, then did a little shopping. Unfortunately on the way back, I stepped in a hole in the sidewalk, moderately twisting my ankle. It's no threat to Sunday's race - I just have to watch it tomorrow and take it easy.

As of now, I'm tired from the probable four miles we walked today in midtown in the heat. I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep without Shaggy's interference.

I am in New York City this weekend for an attempt on one of my eight goals I hope to accomplish in sixty-six days. These sixty-six days are about making changes in my life, and wondering if those changes will have an impact on those around me. This morning in his blog, Sam wrote about the young (and slightly older) people he knows who are making a difference in this world. Clearly I am not doing the things that the people Sam writes about are doing. But his blog has caused me to think.

Sam writes:

Such a realization makes me want to work harder than ever for the next four years, to make sure that when I hit the three-decade mark, I've got something to show for it.

But, I realize that I already do. And so do many others. In fact, such a sense of meaning is something that drives young people today to do something - anything - to make their life one worth living. And while lots of commercials, TV shows, and news reports will try to convince you that twenty-somethings are finding this meaning in wild parties and random hookups, I've got news for you: they're finding meaning in making an impact.

I can't help but notice that in three weeks, I will hit the five-decade mark. Will I have something to show for it? That answer will only come from me - I have to decide what I want my life to represent. Am I satisfied with the small things that I do to make a difference, or should I be compelled to attempt greater things, dream more magnificent dreams, and and find ways to make a signifcant impact that will affect a lot of people?

The fact is that I don't know whose life I may impacted - for the better or the worse. As a teacher, I know I did both. But I do know my life seems to be about doing the small things - seemingly one person at a time. For me, that is my mark. While I am in awe of the young people in his post, I know their missions are not mine. We all have our callings - if we would just truly find and follow them.

He also writes:

And what I see each time I meet these revolutionaries is a commitment, a passion, and a dream. Regardless of their age, these folks show that anything is possible.

I ask myself if I have a passion and a dream - do I believe anything is possible? Could I ever be considered a revolutionary? I believe I have dreams, and am learning to go about them with a passion. But a revolutionary? Maybe so, because the thing in which I am making the greatest change these days is within myself.

Sam ends with:

But I've seen the revolution. And while we quickly think it looks like big checks and Bono, it looks like a young, concerned and caring face.

Have I seen revolution? Does it look like 50? Yes, on both accounts. I am seeing change based on the goals I have reached, and those that seem to be within my grasp. I am seeing revolution as my thoughts are broadened and my confidence is strengthened. I am seeing changes within my spirit and my soul, which will forever change who I am. Maybe for me, that will be the greatest revolution I will experience, because this revolution will forever impact my future and all the unknowns that exist there.

Sam is part of a generation that is bound and determined to change this world for the better. So am I - you just may never know about it. But that's okay, because for me and Sam and all those he writes about, in the end it's not who knows, but whose life was changed for the better that counts.

Day Forty-Four Faces Forward; 22 Turning Towards Targets

Today I got busy. I completed all 17 tasks on my list. I walked, I Power-Houred at Curves, I voted, I cleaned the house a bit, I cooked poppy-seed bread and mailed it to Maribeth, I talked with Rebekah, I did the laundry, I made a Target run, and I still managed to pack a suitcase for tomorrow. It was very rewarding to be busy and accomplish things.

Keeping busy helped me not think about this big weekend coming up. On Sunday, Steve and I will run the NYC Half Marathon. I am hoping to meet my goal of 2 hours and 30-something minutes. The weather is going to be very warm during the race, but I am still going to push myself. I am a bit apprehensive, but also excited, because I really want to accomplish this.

Today I got many things done. But the best part of today was that I learned something about myself. I learned the importance of my taking a break from this sometimes frenetic pace I set for myself, and truly concentrate on relaxing physically, mentally, and emotionally. I learned how to really let my worries and concerns go, and listen to God speak. I believe God is with me in every step of this project. Today I learned to allow God to refill and refuel me.

There's a lot to do in the next few weeks, but I'm ready. I'm ready because I spent time with my Creator. Today was a great day.

Day Forty-Three Itches; 23 Waiting to Scratch

August 1. When I was little, this was my favorite day of the year, because it was the beginning of my birthday month. I could count down the days until my birthday. I think I got confused and thought today was my birthday, judging by the ice cream I consumed tonight!!

Today was not a good food day. I was fine until about 3:00 this afternoon, when I decided I was hungry. I had been given a garden-fresh tomato, and I had some chicken, so I decided to have a delicious sandwich. When there was half a tomato and some chicken leftover, I decided to have another!! Yes, they were absolutely wonderful. Yes, I feel bad about eating two sandwiches. Yes, I thought eating the ice cream was a logical next step. I was misinformed. Oh well, looks like I'll be attending Power Hour tomorrow!!

I did work out during the Power Hour at Curves today, and later walked two miles. This Sunday is the NYC Half Marathon. I could attempt to rationalize the excess in food consumption. But the fact is that I ate too much today. I know I should have just left the house and gotten away from the food, but I didn't. I chose the wrong action. Realizing my error in judgement and the resulting poor choice is a small step in the right direction - hopefully next time I will act instead of eat.

Otherwise today was a fairly routine day - I accomplished several things (including making my daily list) but still have several things that didn't get done.

Tomorrow is a new day, full of new efforts, new struggles, new accomplishments, and new focus. Maybe that's the best part of today - to make mistakes, realize how to avoid the same mistakes, and to get back on track, realizing I still have a ways to go.

Day Forty-Two Looks Behind; 24 Looking Ahead

Today might as well start off by telling what I didn't do, which would be anything having to do with my goals. I didn't jog, didn't Curve, didn't write, didn't golf, and didn't accomplish anything on my list because there was no list.

What did I do? I got my hair done. I made a quilt. I watered the plants. I ate fairly reasonably. I took a nap.

I also had a gastro-intestinal disturbance this morning. I think my stomach was literally turning over, as if it wanted to position itself somewhere else in my abdomen. It pretty much took the balance of most of my morning. The good news is that I prayed to God, He healed me, and it was over.

I managed to recover by noon for my hair appointment. Afterwards, I shopped at REI and purchased a water bottle waist belt holder contraption for the 3-Day. Lynnette has already deemed her fanny pack a success, so I am hoping that this new thing will work for me.

It has been a pretty quiet day. Truthfully, I have to question my dedication to the Sixty-Six Days on a day like today. Am I really serious about these goals? If I am, then why am I letting a day pass by with no visible effort to work on my goals, especially in light of the dwindling number of days left?

I always come back to the same answer. Today I did what seemed right for today. Sure, I wished I could say that I played another round of golf, or ran two miles, or wrote several stories. But I didn't do any of those things. I took another break day. I'm not disappointed in anything I did or didn't do today. I'm glad today played out as it did. Today I did what was best for me, which was exactly the right thing to do for today.

Day Forty-One Waxes Off; 25 Waxing On

Monday - a day to take it easy after walking my feet off this weekend. I did manage to Curve, tactically avoiding the Power Hour. I spent the remainder of the day completing a few tasks and napping.

Steve and I had dinner at a new spot - The Dairy King. It rivals Bobbie's Dairy Dip, except that it serves hot food, including veggies. Afterwards we stopped by Nevada Bob's, where we found a 5-iron to replace my butchered club.

It would seem that nothing much happened today. The good thing about that is that nothing happened that would have detoured my goals pursuit. I didn't get a lot accomplished; I just stayed steady. Today was a good day just to maintain.

Day Forty Flies Off The Handle; 26 Still Attached

This morning, beginning at 6:15 am, Lynnette and I walked our 13 miles. Yes, we were scheduled for 15, but we decided not to kill ourselves, and instead do 13. We are quite pleased with ourselves, and feel that we are nearly prepared for our 3-Day. At least that's what we're telling ourselves!

After limping back to the house, we had lunch with Molly and Sam. Once everyone left, I decided to take a much-needed nap. This was a smart move, since it helped restore my energy for my 5:30 pm tee time with Steve. However, it did not improve my actual golf game.

I did have a few good shots. I did manage to hit over the ditch, albeit on the second ball. However, tragedy struck on the 8th hole.

I had finally managed to move the ball up the fairway, close to the checkered metal distance-marker pole thing. According to my calculations, I was in no danger of hitting said marker stick with the ball. Therefore, I did not pull the marker out of the ground. The good news is that I did not hit the marker with the ball. The bad news is that I did hit it with my club, basically decapitating my 5-iron. It was a sad moment. Below is a picture of the result.

WARNING: THIS PICTURE IS VERY GRAPHIC AND

MAY BE DISTURBING IF YOU ACTUALLY ARE A GOLFER!!

Amazingly, I also have a huge dent in my driver, on the top of the head where one would never hit a ball, so we're confused as to the origin of the dent. One might think my destruction of clubs would indicate a lack of respect for the equipment or total ineptness with the game. I choose to think I just don't have the correct clubs. My current plan is to continue to play with my current set of clubs, and methodically, yet innocently, destroy each one with my unique style of play until I have no clubs left. At that point I will have to get new clubs, which must certainly mean my game will improve. Or not. At any rate, today's round marks Round #8!!

Tonight I am a bit tired and my feet are a little achy. I am hoping for a good night's sleep (read this, Shaggy the Cat!) so I can get busy tomorrow. This next week will be hectic, as I have many things to do before we leave for New York on Friday, for the half-marathon next Sunday.

Time is starting to speed up, so I will have to speed up also. This stage of the sixty-six days is getting a little exciting, a little tiring, a little stressful, and a little overwhelming. I am looking forward to this project coming to a conclusion, and want to make sure I do everything I can to have a great finish.

I just hope I can get in these last two rounds of golf before I run out of clubs!

Day Thirty-Nine Winds Down; 27 Winding Up

Whew - we did it. Lynnette and I walked from here to there and back - a total of 18 miles. We had a few stops along the way for food and water and to chat with two Atlanta 3-Day walkers, but we met today's training goal. Today's forecast was for rain, so Lynnette carried the ponchos, which insured that it did not rain. The sun managed to stay behind the clouds, except for the four miles back up Broadway, part of which we had to walk in the street. Nevertheless, thanks to Molly and her iced washcloths, we managed to finish. Tomorrow is supposed to be 15 miles, but we are on a strictly "we'll see" advisory. We're also hoping for snow, big drifts that will prevent us from getting out.

In other news, I managed to avoid the Cheetos today. This is another step in the right direction as far as food is concerned. Hopefully I will keep moving in that direction!!

As far as anything else happening, there just wasn't. It's hard to get much going when your day is spent sitting on the couch with your legs up on the back of the couch, hoping blood will once again circulate through your legs.

Today was a physically demanding day. I'm tired and my heel aches, but I'm thankful I experienced every part of today. Today was indeed a good day.

Day Thirty-Eight Gets A New Driver's License; 28 With Only Permits

Today wasn't so bad. I jogged (yes, jogged) two miles, then went to Curves. It was my lucky day, because I was in time for Power Hour!! So, I got to sweat twice today. I did weigh - and have lost one more pound. I know you mathematicians are figuring how much I have to lose in the four weeks I have left - good for you. My weight loss can be done, although not with the Cheetos appetizer, main course, and dessert I had tonight, followed by a hamburger and brownie. I was carbo-loading for tomorrow's training walk with Lynnette - at least that's what I'm telling myself now.

I got my driver's license renewed today, complete with a new picture. The good news is that I do look better than I do on my previous license. At least now maybe the people who must examine it will stop looking at the license, then at me, then at the license, then at me, then say, "You sure have changed since then."

I also potted plants today, went to the recycle bins, purchased some groceries, and made brownies and fudge and sent them to Maribeth, who has made it to New Hampshire.

After dinner, Lynnette and I drove all over Nashville in order to come up with a 18-mile route for tomorrow's mega-walk. We believe we have one that should be interesting. Or ridiculous. It's good that we only have four weeks left - our common sense is beginning to take over our philanthropic sense. Four weeks from this moment, after we have done a 20-mile day, and are sleeping on the ground in a tent, I'm not sure we will have any sense left at all.

As far as my sixty-six days go, I have four weeks left. Am I getting nervous? Not really. Am I concerned that I may not make all my goals? Not yet. Am I as committed as ever to the remaining goals? Yes, because they have become part of my life, not just things to check off a list. I realize I still have a lot of work ahead of me. But I am even more committed to achieving these goals in order to make some changes in my life.

Four weeks from today I will be 50 years old. I plan to be thinner, faster, smarter, and a better golfer. It sounds like a great way to start the next 50 years.

Day Thirty-Seven Is Washed and Dried; 29 In the Hamper

Thursday. What can I report about today? I managed to Curve, but didn't walk. I made out my daily list, but it was very short. I wrote some stuff, but it didn't have to do with my book. I tried on some pants, but they didn't fit.

Speaking of pants not fitting, can I just vent for a moment?

Why can a person comfortably wear a certain size in one brand and look like a stuffed pig in the exact same size of another brand? I think this is evil and should be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.

Thank you for that moment. I am not pacified, but my bad karma has been expelled. It may reappear in 29 days, as I shall be seeking a pair of pants to squeeze in to.

Anyhow, there has been some success today. Tomorrow is weigh day, which will probably also be known as Black Friday. But I will leave that discussion for tomorrow.

Today's success was as follows: Tomorrow I shall be starting a new exercise which shall be known as kicking myself in my own butt to get myself motivated. Knowing this, I could have tied one on tonight. Knowing that tomorrow I was going to have to really step up my exercise/eating efforts, my first thought was, "Well, let's just go eat a Big Mac Deal, super-size. After all, we're getting serious tomorrow." This was, of course, after my dinner. But I prevailed. I drove past McD's, straight to Starbucks.

Again, the Evil Eat It All Voice in my head said, "Get the grande size - it's only two more points, and besides tomorrow, you are going to really get with it." Again, I said no, and got the tall size.

Finally, at home watching tv, the EEIAV said, "Get a snack. Eat a cheese and mayonnaise sandwich or two. Pop some popcorn. Tomorrow you will work it off." I did none of those things. I did eat three pretzels, which is acceptable. I managed to say no to food. I do believe I made a step forward in my choosing food goal. Yay me.

The next few days and weeks are going to be arduous and stressful. Lynnette and I have a huge training weekend ahead. I think the days I've had recently have given me a chance to get ready. I hope so, because things are about to get busy.

Day Thirty-Six Tivo-ing; 30 Switching Channels

What did I do today? Let me think. I think that would entail just about nothing.

I drove home from Fall Creek Falls, unloaded my gear, watered the flowers, cleaned out the bird bath, talked with Rebekah, and cooked dinner. I think that was pretty much my day.

I didn't walk, I didn't Curve, I didn't even have a list to check off. I took the day off, I vegged out, I did absolutely nothing. I just was.

It was a good day.

Day Thirty-Five Pitches a Tent; 31 Still Hiking

Today I actually saw the Fall Creek Falls of Fall Creek Falls. Since this was going to be my last full day, I felt compelled to hike somewhere. I studied the various hiking maps strewn about the Inn. I located the bike trail, and set off. Along the way, I saw my new friend, Bambi.

Two miles later, I arrived at the Falls Overlook:

I then noticed a sign to the left, indicating the path for the .4 mile hike to the bottom of the falls. If I had any leftover illusions about hiking the AT with MB, this pretty much squelched those insane thoughts. My knees and ankles have promised to abandon me should I ever consider such a stunt.

Finally, I arrived at the bottom of the falls. It was beautiful, which I enjoyed as long as I could, with the ever-present thought that I would have to hike back up the .4 mile path to the overlook, which was still two miles from the inn.

I had barely started back up the .4 mile trek, when it started to rain. Rain and climbing on rocks are not always compatible, but I managed to make it back up to the overlook, and then started on the two miles to the inn. The tree canopy kept me from getting soaked from the rain, just wet. I eventually made it back to the room, took a hot shower, and watched the rain from my balcony.

The rain brought humidity with it, which gave me a horrendous sinus headache, so I spent the afternoon sleeping. I got up, ate at the buffet (too much Southern cooking for me to be sensible) and returned to the room to polish off two more stories, which now amounts to 17 for Toast. While I was not as productive as yesterday, I am happy that I did accomplish something.

Today God gave me a physical activity to parallel this project. My walk started off fine, full of enthusiasm, beauty, and surprises. At the mid-point, everything looked pretty nice. The last part got a little more challenging with obstacles and rain, but I persevered and made it through. He's telling me that this last half if going to be hard, but if I keep going, I will make it. I want to believe it, so I have to believe it.

Tomorrow I go back to my everyday life. These three days were a nice break. I didn't get everything accomplished that I wanted to do, but I did get some insight and a little rest. Now it's time to persevere and keep going to the end.

Day Thirty-Four Slides Down; 32 Climbing up the Ladder

Today I feel like a writer. I can understand why Thoreau extolled the virtues of Walden - there's nothing like the woods for great inspiration. A few examples of my "Walden":

The view from my balcony

Bambi stopped by to say hello

Today has been a great day for writing. As of this blog moment, I have completed fifteen stories for "Toast" and seven for "Flu". I have great hopes for tomorrow. I also plan to actually get out and hike a trail or two, as today it rained for much of the day.

Today has really been the first day that I have focused on my goal of writing. It has been very rewarding to devote time strictly to this goal. I realize that I have been trying to fit writing in here and there during my spare moments. If I am serious about writing, I have to spend time each day dedicated solely to this pursuit.

I am now in the "diminishing days" portion of this project. I have fewer days left than I have already used. I could easily obsess over whether I will be able to complete all my goals in the time I have left. But I refuse to focus solely on the time left, choosing instead to spend my mental and emotional energy working on completion of my goals.

I have a lot of work left to do. I have jogging to speed up, golf rounds to play, stories to write, food urgings to resist, and pounds and a clothes size to lose. All I can do is earnestly work towards those targets with the intention of achieving them all.

God has given me the tools I need to reach these objectives. He has proven that He is with me every step of the way. Maybe that's part of this process - to realize that I cannot do it all on my own, but with God's help, I can do anything. Knowing that, no number of days left can sway my determination to succeed.

Day Thirty-Three Rolls Doubles; 33 Shaking the Dice

There are days God likes to demonstrate his sense of humor. I mean, here I am, at the middle point of this project, and here I am, in the middle of nowhere.

By nowhere, I am referring to the Inn at Fall Creek Falls. I do not camp, nor do I care to camp. Maribeth can have it. Just driving through the woods convinced me that my sleeping in a lean-to or tent should never happen.

I am staying in The Inn. This "hotel" is for city folks who don't camp. However, I believe they want you to feel as close to camping as you can. My room is fine - two beds with sheets, a telephone, a color television (I believe), a bathroom with toilet and six-foot long counter, and a balcony overlooking the lake.

However, there is no cell service, and the wireless connection is in the lobby. This is where I am, observing three golfer men watching and interacting with "To Kill A Predator", and listening to a family with four teenagers having an animated conversation about tattoos and body piercings.

I have already had dinner, which was at the Inn Restaurant. Basically, you could have fried meat, a burger, or the buffet. I chose the salad bar (one trip price) and a Diet Dr. Pepper. Total bill: $5.85. Two of the best parts: hearing the waiter pop open the DDP cans to fill my drink order, and when you go to the cashier, she asks you (in a quiet voice) if you want to add a tip. You tell her how much, and she adds it to your credit card. My waiter got a nice tip - he did have to open TWO cans.

Anyhow, I do believe this is the place for me. With no cell service, it should be very quiet. And with the Internet connection a hassle, I don't think I will be wasting time surfing the net. So, I should get a lot of writing, introspection, and rest. There also appears to be lots of hiking, fishing, and other outdoor activities. I hope they sell tick spray somewhere.

Along with his humor, I also love God's sense of timing. Why else would he impress on me to go away now? Could it be because this happens to be the half-way point? Could it be that He knows I need some quiet time at this point?

Today I realize how good God is. He is in this project with me, and is taking care of details. He has provided me with a quiet place to be, full of His beautiful creation. He has provided me with natural entertainment - people. I have the opportunity to listen, observe, and learn.

Today is the beginning of an adventure that is an important step in my sixty-six days. Today is the end of the first half, and the beginning of the second half. Today has been a memorable day for ending and beginning.

Day Thirty-Two Sets in the West; 34 Rising in the East

What a beautiful day! The weather was breezy and sunny, but not stifling, so Lynnette and I had a nice training walk. Or maybe it's just because we only had to do ten miles!! It's funny how short and easy ten miles seems when we did 17/14 last week. Of course, we are refusing to even think about next week's mileage!!

The rest of today was equally lovely. I sat in the sun room, and enjoyed the weather. Later in the afternoon, Steve and I played golf - round #7!!

It's been a quiet day. Nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary - just a pleasant, peaceful day. I can't even make any kind of judgement on it - it just needs to sit where it is - a day just to enjoy.

Tomorrow I go on my "retreat". There are moments I question why I am doing it, but I know it is important. My plan is to enjoy nature and write. We'll see how that pans out. Tomorrow is also the half-way point in this project. Although I've not completed half of my goals, I can see progress. I am confident that the second half will be as intriguing as the first (for me, anyway).

Today I just "let it slide." Some days are made for this - just to let everything relax. Days like this are definitely good days.

Day Thirty-One Sails Away; 35 Waiting on the Dock

It's always amazing how God teaches me a lesson one day, then gives me a reason to use it the next. Yesterday I wrote about how I put just enough effort into things to get the results I want, all the while knowing that more effort would produce greater results. Today I realize why I needed to think about that.

Today I got on that evil piece of equipment known as the dreaded bathroom scales. Ugh. I haven't lost any pounds, which disheartened me. But I realize that if I really want to lose these 19 pounds, I have to get really serious about what I eat. I fool myself into thinking that a little cleaning up of my eating habits will produce fabulous results. The fact is that cleaning up is not enough. I have been talking this talk for weeks - now it is time to be determined, and do what I know I can do.

I have five weeks left. Can I lose 16 pounds in five weeks? I have done it before, on a healthy Weight Watchers plan. I believe I can do it again. I am going to have to be sincere on this issue and stand firm. I have to follow the plan as I should, and not rationalize myself into believing I can deviate from it. By doing so, I will see a positive change next Friday.

Today I see a goal that is not going to be achieved by making a half-hearted effort. If I am serious and really want to realize this goal, I am going to have to work hard at it. At the end of this sixty-six days, I know I will see successes. But the real success will be the effort I have put into achieving each goal, because that effort will determine for me the importance of each goal.

Tonight I have decided that each goal is truly significant to me. Tonight I am determined to do my best and try my hardest.

Tomorrow will come soon enough. Tomorrow these words which seem so bold will pale when faced with real life again. But I know I have the strength within me to fight to reach my goals, because it's not just the goals I'm fighting for - I'm fighting for me.

Day Thirty Closes the Book; 36 Still Reading

Yesterday wasn't a fluke. Today I ran two miles again. I kept finding other things to do this morning in order to put off the "two mile test." I didn't go out to run until 1:00 pm. which wasn't the wisest time to run. Yes, it was hot. Yes, the sun was truly blazing down. Yes, my pace was slow. And yes, I ran the two miles. Was I certain I would do it? Not until I had returned and was walking in my back door. But now I am confident that I can indeed run two miles without stopping. Yay me!!

Once I had recovered, I worked in my yard. I pulled weeds, arranged a brick border in the back, and tied up unruly rose bushes on little trellises. I am not a gardener and do not aspire to be one. But I like the way the flowers look in my backyard, so I have to do a bit of maintenance.

Unfortunately, the hanging basket on my front porch has a dying petunia plant in it. What I thought was enough water was clearly not. I also got rid of a nasty vine-type plant that was threatening to grow all over my sun room. I didn't know what to do with it and didn't like it anyway, so I decided it was evil and tossed it. As for the aforementioned rose bushes, I don't know what kind they are, since my landscape guy didn't pick them out (Home Depot and I did). Needless to say, I chose the rose delinquent kind, as they are growing all over the place, and putting out few roses and lots of thorns.

Today my gardening and running efforts shared my day. What do they have in common? Both require my preparation and maintenance if I am to enjoy a positive outcome. Both take time, and can be unpleasant if done at the wrong time of day. I make mistakes with both activities, and have to manage the consequences of my mistakes (ice the ankle, toss the plant). I am an expert at neither, and there are scads of people who do both with more dedication and experience than I. Sometimes I choose the wrong equipment (running clothes, rose bushes) and I have to make do or get new. I could work harder at both, and get better results, but I'm not that driven right now. Ultimately, if it's what I really want, then I will put forth the effort needed to get the results I desire.

So, I will continue to try to keep my plants alive and pretty, and I will continue to jog my two miles. I will enjoy the beauty of the flowers and rejoice when I reach that two-mile marker. Both endeavors will give me great pleasure, not just because the flowers are pretty and I completed the miles, but because it's something I do just for me. As I grow that lovely yellow rose and as I run those last steps, I find myself extending my horizons. Maybe that's what these sixty-six days are about - not only reaching these eight goals, but finding new ones all along the way.

Day Twenty-Nine Weighs in; 37 Still Counting Calories

Today was a day full of promises fulfilled. It all started as usual. I had breakfast, then took a little extra time to catch up on my morning devotional reading. I decided to check my email, and I read the happy announcement that Puffy Emily is now a grandma to Micah! Good news is always a great way to start the morning!!

I suited up for the road, because I knew I HAD to resume walking/jogging this morning. I stepped out about 8, knowing it was later than usual and it was going to be hot and humid. Regardless of the obvious heat factor, I kept feeling that this was the day to run, and that today I was going to run the two miles. I just kept hearing God tell me, "Today is the day."

I started jogging, making deals all along the way, such as, "Well, if I go to the stop sign, that's a little over 1.7 miles ... Well, I've had two days off, so however far I get today will be okay ..." Every time I would think of a comment, I would hear God say, "Whatever. Keep talking. You're going to do the two miles today." And guess what - I DID!!! It was an awesome feeling, and I felt very thankful. Needless to say, I was extremely sweaty and hot, but I was still breathing and my heart was not going into attack, so I was okay. Molly came through with the ice water, so I survived. Second goal accomplished!! Now I just have to keep running those two miles!!

With such a momentous start to the morning, one would think I would just sit back and bask in the glow. But, I was very buoyed by the morning, so I kept going. I did my thing at Curves, ran a few errands, then returned home for lunch and clean up. I made reservations for a few days in the country so I could have some quiet time to focus on writing. I will leave on Sunday for a few nights at Fall Creek Falls, and am looking forward to some time to rest and create.

The rest of the afternoon was spent running errands and completing tasks on my list. Today ended in dinner with Sam, Lynnette, and Molly. What a fulfilling day!

I've thought about the differences from one day to the next. One day I don't seem to get much done, and the next I complete a goal. I often prefer to see a constant progression of steps leading to an accomplishment. I worry that my goals won't be fulfilled if I don't have a steady pace of forward movement.

But I realize that taking days to rest physically, mentally, and emotionally are important in completing my goals. The days that I don't think I am getting anywhere are just as important as the days I work hard, because those rest days give my body time to recharge.

Today helps me see that in my quest for these goals, there are going to be all different kinds of days. I just have to keep going, and accept each day as it comes. I have to keep my goals in front of me, then see how the day can be used to pursue those goals. Just as God told me today that it would be my two-mile day, He will tell me how every day can be used.

Today was a victorious day. I have now achieved two of the eight, and have six left. In the next 37 days, there will be days of victory and days of setback; there will be days of boundless energy and days of near-collapse; there will be days of unbridled enthusiasm and days of morose pessimism; and there will be days of sunlight and joy and days of clouds and melancholy. But each day will have its purpose and place in my life. Each day will move me along on the path to my goals. Each day will change me because I will appreciate and learn from each one. Ultimately I will blessed, because I will realize that each day, whatever it may have been, was truly a good day.

Day Twenty-Eight Turns Off; 38 Still On

Today has pretty much gone by in a blur. I got a late start this morning. By the time I finished Curves, it was nearly noon, and too hot to walk. I think my legs were relieved, and relished the extra day off. That's okay, as tomorrow we will get back to business.

Today I ran errands, cleared out some junk boxes, and filed some papers. I did a little shopping for some yard projects. I had a very short "to do" list today, and got about half done.

Today just sort of slipped by - nothing exciting to report. So what was the significance of today?

Yesterday I talked about touching the lives of strangers. Today I had a chance to really understand what that means.

I had very little contact today with people I didn't know personally. As I was checking out at Target, the clerk was very nice. He scanned my stuff, I scanned my card, we exchanged pleasantries, and I was gone. A few hours later, I drove to Starbucks and ordered my usual. When I pulled up to the window, the guy at the window said, "Today's high five day," and we high fived. He then commented that my shirt matched my car and I agreed. I got my drink, and drove off.

Which guy made the impact on my life? The high-fiver. He put a little effort into our meeting, and it boosted my spirits. I see how just the little things can make a difference to someone. Just that little effort made a personal connection that brought a smile to my face.

I have eight goals that I believe will make my life better. But I also want to believe that I can maybe make another person's life better, even for just a moment. All it takes is stopping and really recognizing that person as someone deserving of my attention. Maybe that one moment will make the difference in making a stranger's day a good day.

Day Twenty-Seven Takes the Field; 39 In the Dugout

Mondays. What can you say about them? Depending on your weekend, Mondays can be a recovery day, a penance day, or a fresh new day to start the week. For me, it was a "I walked 29 blinking miles this weekend" day. In other words, my emotions pretty much are indicative of my expression in my picture to the side.

I had a huge list of things to do, and I got most of them done. I even had time for lunch with Sam and Steve. Maybe that's where I started to falter. I ordered an appetizer for the table, and partook of said appetizer. I also ate the cheese biscuits. I even sampled Steve's fried popcorn shrimp. Why? Because I rationalized that I had walked 29 blinking miles this weekend. Therein lies my downfall - rationalization. Clearly this is something I am going to have honestly confront.

After lunch, I ran more errands. Dinner was a hamburger, chips, and those Nutter Butter cookies from the weekend. Again, I rationalized that I COULD eat them, and so I did.

What have I learned? I have to seriously write down what I am eating. I need to look at what I am eating and when, so I can figure out why. While keeping a food diary does not appeal to me, I know it is what I must do, if I am to seriously tackle my food issue.

As far as the rest of today went, I mostly did errands. But it does make me feel content to see all the things that I did accomplish today. Those are the things I must focus on, and not let the slip-ups ruin what was a productive day. This is why I keep my daily list, and write down every thing I do - so I can focus on what was achieved. I not only see the completed task, but I also think about the details of a particular task, and who that task affected. In this way, I can stay positive, think about those whose lives I touched, and put the day in perspective.

Today there was a lot of grunt work done. Today was a busy day after a tiring weekend. It wasn't all fabulous, but it was real.

Sometimes the real days seem the hardest, but for me, it's the real days that help me realize there's more to this life than just me. There are people whose lives I touched today - at Red Lobster, at the recycle bins, at the furniture stores, at the cleaners, at the car wash, and at Starbucks. Did my brush with their lives make a difference? I hope so, because sometimes the best days are when you share a good day with a stranger.

Day Twenty-Six Races By; 40 Getting Gassed Up

Today started at 5:30 am when that evil task-master Lynnette showed up for our training walk. We trudged our 12 miles, with our legs completing the final mile strictly on auto-pilot. In appreciation to our lower extremities, we have eliminated the word "walk" from our vocabulary tomorrow.

After we returned to Crestridge, Lynnette napped on the floor and then woke up and showered. I cleaned out the birdbath and refilled the feeders, then started preparing lunch. I managed to get a shower before our lunch guests, Sam and their house guests Jolynna, Ben, Bennett and Johanna, joined the rest-fest.

I spent the rest of the afternoon hobbling around the house, and sitting/sleeping wherever I found a place to perch. One of the sitting spells resulted in two stories being written - a small yet significant step forward for my book goal.

As of this writing, I am weary but I am content. I am sore but I am joyful. I am tired, but I am thankful. Today is a day where physically I have nothing left. But every ache and tired muscle reminds me that I am indeed alive, and I have a wonderful life filled with great blessings.

Today I thank God for every part of this life, and the love with which He has given it to me. Today is a good day.

Day Twenty-Five Skates Away; 41 Lacing Up

I must confess. I have sinned. Last night after posting on this blog, I had an orgy with a carton of ice cream and a bottle of chocolate sauce. It was ugly. I felt horrible, both physically and mentally. My physical discomfort continued with every mile of my training walk this morning. I hope I have learned something from this.

Why did I do this deed? What was I thinking? Clearly, thinking was not a part of the equation. I refused to think, to consider, to control. My brain went on hiatus, and my mouth went on an ice-cream vacation. I hope it enjoyed the fun - I don't plan for it to happen again!

Still in a haze from last night's binge, I woke at 4:50 am this morning so I could get dressed for today's brutal 17-mile training walk with Lynnette. Of course, being the sadist she is, Lynnette showed up on time, and off we went. Today's walk was not pretty. It was long, and it was hot. We stopped for a snack to keep us going. The sun could not have hidden in the clouds, as there were no clouds today. Since it couldn't hide, the sun decided to shine down with all its power on us. At various points along the route, I think we questioned our quest, our sanity, and our reason for existence. The good news is that we completed all 17 miles. The bad news is that tomorrow we are supposed to do 13!!

After the walk of torture, I consumed a Weight Watchers frozen dinner, and luxuriated in a few I-Squeeze sessions. Sam called and wanted to play golf. I guess I thought I had not had enough physical exercise today, I joined him. We played a horrendous (or humorous, depending on your perspective) front nine. Sam's friends, Zach and Pat, joined us for the back nine. My game improved a bit, and we found a dozen golf balls. So, we considered the round a success.

Having finished my sixth round of golf, I came home, showered, washed some clothes, and went to the grocery store in preparation for tomorrow's lunch. I stopped by Starbucks for a pick-me-up, since I was to pick up Molly and Steve at 9:30. Having done that, I am now posting with toothpicks propping open my eyelids so I can finish and pass out. Tomorrow at 5:00 am is going to come all too quickly.

Today was a day to enjoy the company of friends and family. Lynnette and I sweated and encouraged each other in order to finish today's training objective. I am thankful that she is training with me and pushes me to meet our targets.

Sam and I enjoyed an interesting 7 holes of golf, and then with Zach and Pat enjoyed a fun and rewarding nine holes of golf. I am thankful that Sam appreciates the unpredictability of any given golf shot, and doesn't let it affect the fun of the game. I am thankful for all my playing partners today, and their patience with my game and restraint from confiscating my clubs.

Today was about physical activity, which hopefully will result in changes in my weight and clothing size. Today I made another step towards completing my golf goal.

But the most important part of today was appreciating the blessings of having young people in my life who encourage and support me, and whose company I enjoy. My life is happier for being around them. Any day with them will always be a good day.

Day Twenty-Four Ticks By; 42 Still On The Clock

Today is another numerology day - 24-42-66? Or maybe those are my current measurements... As of today, I have seven weeks to go!

Today was travel day for GDizzle. Shaggy The Cat, who has been perturbed that someone has been sleeping in his king-sized bed, made sure I was up early. I had my egg/grits combo and made the coffee. GDiz got up around 7:00, had breakfast, a short walk, and a shower, and we were off. Ten hours later after pulling out of my driveway, I was pulling back in.

All in all, it was a good trip. We stopped once for a McDonald's lunch (I had a McChicken, since GDiz was paying, and it was on the $1 menu). I stayed long enough in Columbus to move Maribeth's AT map, go to the bathroom, and get some snacks.

GDiz loaded me up with a pack of Nutter Butters, a bag of Cheetos, and a full-sugar Pepsi. The Pepsi was easy to resist, since I'd just as soon drink tar. But the Cheetos and NB's - well, that is temptation to a "T". But I persevered and kept the evil food away from my lips. I tried to rationalize eating at least one of the treats, but I stood firm. I am one powerful woman. Sort of.

I stopped for gas, tossed the Cheetos, but held on to the NB's for tomorrow's 17-mile training limp-fest with Lynnette. I went into the market and bought pretzels and Diet Dr. Pepper for the remaining ride home. I was proud of myself. However, once I got home, I ate the rest of the spaghetti and corn, a smidgen of a brownie, and 2 Trisquits. Not a grand plan, but one that showed some degree of restraint.

So, how did today stack up? I did pretty well resisting the call of the food - but I let loose once I got home. There was no exercise of any sort today, but I think tomorrow will take care of that. I am still lagging in the writing department, but I hope to report advancements on that soon.

Today is Friday the 13th. A few months ago, I would be looking for all the bad things that happened today. But today is just a Friday and 13 is just a number. The important things about today are:

Twenty-two years ago, my niece Rachel, who is in Thailand, was born in Chile.

I spent five hours with my father-in-law and had the opportunity to offer him the reassurance he needs at this time in his life.

I battled with a pack of Nutter Butters and I won.

I found an oldies radio station that lasted the whole trip to Mississippi.

I had a safe trip from Nashville to Columbus and back.

I had a quiet ride back and a quiet night at home tonight.

Fifty is Fabulous has made our $8000 goal (which today is actually $13 over our goal)!

I googled myself and now I think I'm famous.

Today was a time to think and reflect, to consider and resist, to plan and hope, and to contemplate and appreciate. I travelled through three states, read blogs of young women working in Thailand and Peru, and relished the feeling of being in my own home. Today was a full day, and I'm thankful for every part of it.

Day Twenty-Three Is Sewn Up; 43 Unraveling

I think today was all about my food management. At least, that's what I'm claiming.

It started at a reasonable hour. I got dressed to jog and had a granola bar for breakfast. My father-in-law is visiting, and was planning to eat breakfast at the Pancake Pantry with the rest of the family. I was not going to attend so I could walk long without a lot of questions and worry on his part. He decided he wanted to walk down the street, and not wanting him to get lost, I went with him. We walked about a half mile, and then came back. He and Steve went off to breakfast.

My plan for a long walk was working until I walked out the door. That's when Beagle, the stray dog, came wagging up. Beagle was extremely friendly, and obviously not where she should be. I didn't want to compound her problems by having her walk with me further into the unknown, so I kept hanging around the house, hoping that she would get bored and wander back home. Beagle was not interested. She would go to the back, and when I started out the front, here she would come again.

So, no jogging. Soon Molly and GDizzle came home. Molly played with Beagle for awhile, until she had to go home to pack. Since GDiz was back at the house, I knew there would be no jogging today. Stressor #1.

I changed into regular clothes (for me) and proceeded to attempt to entertain GDiz (Stressor #2) until 10:00. I planned to pick up Molly for transport to the airport with Steve, for their trip to San Francisco. At the appointed time, GDiz and I picked Molly up, then toured around Nashville until 11:00, when I knew Steve would be returning home for a quick lunch before the airport run.

Steve came home. I fixed them sandwiches,while I had leftover spaghetti. We went to the airport, leaving Beagle. GDiz and I returned home, where he took a nap until 2:00. I had until 4:00 to entertain some more (Stressor #3) until Sam took over. Meanwhile, the neighbor, her friend, and the other neighbor were still trying to figure out what to do with Beagle (Stressor #4).

GDiz and I went to Home Depot to buy a rain gauge, which they were out of, so we went to Wal Mart (Stressor #5). We purchased said rain gauge, and returned home to install it, at which time the next shift took over. Neighbor called to ask for any news about Beagle, since her company was concerned about Beagle, and talk of calling the pound came up (Stressor #6). Meanwhile, the plan was hatched for me to drive GDiz home tomorrow, a trip of 5 hours each way, just me and GDiz (Stressor #7-infinity).

The point of this whole story is that today was an outwardly cool, yet inwardly stressful day. I could have eaten everything in my kitchen, topped off with chocolate sauce. But I did not do it. I did eat - raisins, apples, turkey, and butter beans. Yes, I did eat under stress, which is not what I want to do. But I did eat healthy and semi-intelligently. I think this is a step forward.

However, the aforementioned trip is tomorrow. We'll see how that goes.

By the way, this morning I weighed, and I have lost 3 pounds. Yay me. Now that's motivation!!

Day Twenty-Two Is In Focus, 44 Seeing Double

Twenty-two days down, forty-four to go, sixty-six in all, and today is the 11th. A numerologist would have a field day with this!

Today was an interesting day. I woke up to rain, and quickly decided that I was not going to run in it. I decided instead to stay in my pajamas and work on cleaning the upstairs. The thought of Curves entered my brain, but I decided against that, also. Did I feel guilty? Not so much. I knew that if I could clean the upstairs of my house, the residual good feelings from doing that would greatly improve my state of mind. So I cleaned and organized, and the results make me very happy and content.

Sam brought lunch, which was a reasonable chicken taco salad. The unreasonable part was when I practically inhaled it, as I was running late and had a noon appointment with Rebekah. I still managed to arrive on time, and was greatly encouraged by the time spent talking.

The rest of the afternoon was spent finishing the upstairs, Target shopping with Molly, and preparing the family dinner to welcome my father-in-law for a visit. Having been widowed last Thanksgiving, he is coming to visit to our home for the first time in many years. He and Steve finally arrived, and we spent the rest of the evening visiting and showing him around.

So where were my goals in all this activity today? They were taking a breather. As I look at the numbers of days, I realize that I have twice as many left as I have spent to date on this project. If my life were only about this project, then I would be in a panic, relentlessly pursuing these goals with a ferocious passion.

But an unexpected gift is that having these goals has helped me put my life into perspective. Focusing on these goals has enabled me to focus on so many other things in my life. Even today when my goals were on hiatus, they weren't far from my mind. But I've been able to keep them in view, and not panic if I'm not working on them. I've been able to appreciate and enjoy all of my life, not just the immediate tasks that I want to accomplish.

Another gift I receive is that by taking a break, I find myself more enthusiastic about getting back to them, which makes me excited. It means my goals have become my friends to work with, not adversaries that I must overcome.

Everyday I have spent on this project has brought insights and pleasures that I never imagined. The best part is that I am seeing the joys in life that I previously overlooked. At this point, I am not as far in my goals as I thought I would have been. But I am happier than I could have envisioned. Instead of worrying about what each day will bring, I find myself thinking about what I will learn and live tomorrow. It's a great and blessed way to live.

Day Twenty-One Takes a Drink; 45 Still Underage

Today I've stalled. It's been three weeks since I started this project. I wouldn't go so far as to say I am discouraged. But today I want to fit into smaller clothes. Today I want to run for two miles. Today I want to finish my book. But those things aren't going to happen today.

Today I only walked seven miles, because it started raining. Today I felt hungrier than usual, so I ate a little more. I still ate with some integrity - no candy or chocolate, just turkey wraps (plain) and Trisquits. Today I got half of my to-do list completed. Today I had several things to think about and ruminate over. Today I just didn't feel like I had any momentum.

So if I am to learn something from each day, to recognize the good and the blessings in each day, and to truly appreciate each day, then what can I take from today?

Today I did make some good food choices. I was severely tempted to devour large quantities of edibles to feed my frustration. But I stopped myself in time.

Today I walked seven miles, which is seven more than zero miles. I didn't run; I just walked. But I got the miles in.

Today it seems like I merely maintained. Maybe that's my lesson for today - some days I just need to keep the status quo.

Today it seems as if I just went through the motions. But I know if I keep trying, I will clearly see those goals again, and be encouraged and motivated to push myself. I'm not going to give up, or give in, or give out.

It's like the process I go through when I do Sudoku. I do them in small chunks of time. I'll work a few minutes on one and when I can't figure the puzzle out, I'll put it down. The next time I come back to it, I can find the numbers easily, and what seemed impossible to solve is solved in a matter of minutes.

Maybe that's what today is - it's the session where there seems to be no solution, and the whole process seems a little dispiriting. But I believe that tomorrow I will come back to it, and maybe find another piece. I've just got to keep trying.

Day Twenty Opened; 46 Still in the Cans

What a day. Lots to do, lots done, lots to think about.

I started with my usual 8-mile route. The good news is that I ran part of the first mile and all of the second. The bad news is that I forgot my water bottle and my snack money back at home. This meant that I was going to have to walk all of the remaining six miles, since I had no way of hydrating.

About two miles from home, I got a call from Sam. He wanted to let me know that Rosie, one of their cats, had passed away. Rosie had been sick for awhile, and had gotten worse over the weekend. I was very sad to hear that she had died, and very sad thinking about how much Lynnette will miss her.

After I got home and re-hydrated, I went to Curves, mailed two care packages to Maribeth, made stops by Home Depot and Staples, went to Molly's to replace a foundation vent, and returned home to replace the fill valve on my toilet (that's the ball thingy in the tank for you novices). I made phone calls, hotel reservations, and dinner plans. I filled the feeders, washed out the bird bath, and emptied the dishwasher.

I wrote down every morsel that I put in my mouth up until I went to dinner with Sam and Lynnette. When I came home, I forgot about it. On purpose.

What was today like? There were good parts and sad parts. There were lazy parts and busy parts. I accomplished eight of twelve things on my to-do list. I had other things I planned to do, but got distracted and didn't get them done.

On the surface, there seemed to be nothing spectacular about today. I almost let today pass by in this light. But thankfully, I thought again.

Today was a day to remember a little cat that brought love and joy into the lives of Sam and Lynnette. Today was a day to spend time with Sam and Lynnette and have some interesting conversation (even though I did spill my Starbucks on my shirt). Today was a day to look out and enjoy the huge rainstorm we had (because I love rainstorms). Today was a day to tackle a home repair project that I had never done before, and be successful (at least so far!). Today was a day to ask a favor from my family, and see it answered in such a sweet way.

I almost let today go by without realizing all the blessings it contained. Sometimes I allow the most seemingly routine day pass by as just routine; but by doing so, I miss the precious moments it has. I'm grateful that I didn't let today pass by. I would have missed so much.

By stopping and thinking about today, I realized how blessed I was. Today was indeed a good day.