I figure that, if exercise is good for the body, why not the brain?
I found a route home that avoided the humongous trucks and reckless lane jumpers on the interstate, picked up some pre-made mashed potatoes at a convenience store for comfort, and arrived home hungry, tired, and looking forward to my next day at the office.
I Googled “new job jitters.” About 5,080,000 results (0.89 seconds) populated my computer screen.
“The World is my country, all mankind are my brethren, and to do good is my religion.”
So I wonder, amidst all this life in bloom: will I be an annual or a perennial?
Real life demands real hands-on purpose. I hope that I am transitioning from one very fulfilling job to another.
So I try to live my fullest every day, to ease those I know “in transition” while I can, and comfort those whom they leave behind. I celebrate their lives and cherish their memories.
Just like this society, we are stronger together.
Life has changed with the pandemic, but love has not.
More than a quarter century ago, I teased my good friend, Sister Libby, about her ugly nun shoes. Indignant, she claimed that she wore orthotics because she had bad feet. At the time, I walked around in medium-high heels, leaning decidedly towards the pointy-toed kind. High heels gave way to fashionable flats and wide sneakers.Continue reading “Imelda Marcos—Not!”