juliejordanscott posted a photo:

juliejordanscott posted a photo:

juliejordanscott posted a photo:

until today – four days later.

In the past, this would have caused almost ridiculous amounts of upset.

Now – it was mildly frustrating and I chose to be ok with it. I didn’t get upset or rant or anything, becuase it didn’t change anything.

This feels good, to know this level of peace.

this May. I have wanted, literally, to go to this for years.

I finally went. Yay me.

I am grateful to be up and running again with a different computer and a new friend/resource to keep my technical difficulties at bay. We click. Thank you, Max. AKA Computer guy

I am grateful to know I have a splendid weekend planned.

I am grateful to have Kate as my therapist. She mostly sits there and catches what I say, but I say things with her I don’t say aloud anyplace else. That witness is so valuable.

I am grateful for the past 502 days. Mysterious, I know. And I am grateful for each of those days… and all the growth therein.

I am grateful for Teresa of Avila, Juan de la Cruz, Carolyn Myss….

I am grateful for my camera.

I am grateful for my own willingness to become even more ridiculously transparent. I must live this way. I no longer have a choice.

I am grateful He was happy for the book I gave him yesterday, Tennessee Williams “Memoirs” which I picked up at the ASPCA Used Book Sale. I am glad I saved it for him, and gave it to him….

I am grateful for my children.

I am grateful for love.

I am grateful. So grateful.

The photo is Sam on Mother’s Day – he had this idea to give me a balloon and flowers. Early in the morning, he mimed giving this to me – which was the sweetest gift of all.

I am grateful for how cute my hair cut is. I mean, it is really adorable. I need to notice it regularly. My hair hasn’t been this cute in I don’t know how long.

I am grateful I don’t feel this grouchy all the time.

I am grateful for early morning quiet.

I am grateful to be awake for the sunrise yet again!

I am grateful for the Used Book Sale because now I am reading “Under the Tuscan Sun” a book I have wanted to read for years.

Railroad Man loves me too much. Today, it is getting on my nerves. Not a good frame of mind. We are going to go on a picnic later, hopefully by then I will feel less constricted by his almost overwhelming love for me.

It makes him nervous and sad because he thinks he loves me more than I love him.

Well? When you act like that… argh.

Anyway.

Moving along, getting ready for church.