Twenty Two Days
It’s the end of another work week and I wish I had something to look forward to over the weekend. I generally enjoy weekends that are activity-free. Sometimes I just need to do nothing. However, because of COVID there has been an abundance of doing nothing. I’m over it.
I’m looking forward to the day when I can sit in a restaurant and not worry about contracting a deadly virus. I don’t mind wearing my mask in the grocery store anymore as it has become second nature. I still haven’t gone back to the gym or restaurants. I’m back in church and I never stopped going to work.
The vegetarian journey for me is now a thing. Meaning, it’s not even worth talking about because I don’t even think about eating meat. I don’t miss it. I feel great and I’m losing weight. Yesterday my meals consisted of a fruit smoothie, mini-muffins, spaghetti with crushed tomatoes and mushrooms, chips and queso, and veggie tacos. I drink coffee in the morning with oat milk, several bottles of water throughout the day, and in the evening, I had two bottles of Stella (beer). When I start going back to restaurants, I’ll have to put more thought into where I go, ensuring that there are vegetarian options other than a house salad. Other than that, I’m good.
I am committed to writing down my thoughts every day until my birthday. I made this decision for a few reasons. First, I want to get in the habit of writing everyday because I really do want to write another book and writers write regularly. Second, I'm trying to stop and give myself time to think every morning. Just give some time to me before I start my workday. I want to see if I have any new insights as I head toward my 56th birthday. And finally, I enjoy blogging. I always have. Somedays I write something awesome, other days not so much.
As I journey to 56, I can accept the fact that I don’t always have something deep and profound to say. And that is okay.