Where Did It Go?

Going to the gym is another ice breaker to start the day . It’s a habit now. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday I would grab my gym bag and head for the door. It helps that somebody else is going, too and doing the driving. It makes it simple and easy. Of course there are times the habit is broken. The time getting back depends on how long I’ve lapsed. Good Friday is not a good enough reason to skip though the temptation is there.

I am sorely tempted to change my website again. I might just press the button after I post this and let things fall where they may. They say curiosity kills a cat. Well, it is killing me and I am wasting time wondering about it. It’s not that anything will get broken, right? It could mess things up but how else can a person learn?

Did I say it’s Good Friday? Sunday is Easter. Time is marching speedily along. I haven’t lost faith but I haven’t felt the reverence and holiness of this time for a long while. I miss it and wonder how I can get it back. It’s been a difficult year of losses. But I am also filled with gratitude for the life that I have and for our world with all its wonders. Of course, there are troubles. There always will be. It’s for us to work together and solve them.

8 thoughts on “Where Did It Go?

  1. Hats off to you for keeping up with the gym routine! I’d definitely help me if somebody picked me up. No excuses.
    Hey, you did hit the button to change your website, and it looks all fresh and new!

  2. Yes it does help to have a routing and an accountability partner.

    Not just for the gym but also other activities that you may be interested in.

    Perhaps there id a small group at your local church that is doing something that interests you. It is as much about the friendships and relationships you build up with the community.

    Blog on !

    • Thank you, Doug. I’ve found church and community groups hard to break into unless you’ve been a long time or have children. I do have the group at the gym and my retired cohorts from work.

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