wallowing

There is an art to starting a new day well when the odds are stacked against you. It's raining today. I woke up sore and not moving very well. Too cold and wet for a walk and nothing really exciting or productive filling my schedule. Avoiding my regular friends because they are all doing poorly in the health department or dealing with a close relative that is. So sad and depressing to talk about, but really . . . shame on me. Mad at my daughter for living so far away and having a busy life that does not include me every waking minute of the day. More irritated that my expectations are unrealistic at times. Bored, mad, hurting, wallowing in self pity - not the way I want to spend my days here on earth. Time to give myself a kick in the butt (nice trick if you can pull it off.)

So I sent off a loving happy email to Erin and got a genuine response - took the newspaper over to my mother and made a lunch date. Now to reconnect with my old friends. Maybe I will make something tasty and do some visiting. There now I have a more productive plan and feel better already. If I am lucky the sun will shine and warm us up and I can coax my body into walking along the seashore. Hope you are making the most of your day. Smiles and blessings.