There are days when I just don’t know what to think anymore. Each day brings so many awful headlines. I feel like I’m trapped in a slow motion train wreck.
Then I just have to stop, take a deep breath, and focus on what’s right in front of me. Because, in truth, what is happening in the moment is the only certainty.
So, here’s what I did Monday morning:
Meditated.
Exercised.
Ate a good breakfast.
Set up some estimates for repairing leaks in our roof.
Mailed my application for vote-by-mail ballot.
Paid my life insurance premium.
Signed up for Postcards to Voters.
Wrote this blog.
Just put one foot in front of the other.
The sun is shining. I heard mourning doves when I woke, my favorite greet-the-day birdsong. It’s another August scorcher, but our A/C is keeping our home comfortable. We’re all still well, as far as we know. For all of that, I am profoundly grateful.
Evelyn Herwitz blogs weekly about living fully with chronic disease, the inside of baseballs, turtles and frogs, J.S. Bach, the meaning of life and whatever else she happens to be thinking about at livingwithscleroderma.com. Please view Privacy Policy here.
Image: “Mourning Dove, Cabin Lake Viewing Blinds, Deschutes National Forest, Near Fort Rock, Oregon” Wikipedia Commons
Postcards to Voters is awesome! I’m addressing them to folks in Kansas where I can claim some roots. And yes, one day at a time is the only way to cling to a shred of sanity . . . .