All of it
I'm on Day 23 of Love your life in 30 days, and I'm pretty happy with myself. I already loved my life, for the record. The part that challenged me was having to be consistent. So far, so good, as I break my arm patting myself on the back. As if this program wasn't wonderful enough, with videos to explain daily activities that help me work on perspective and abundance - I'm nudging my Mom to go along with me. It's free and by Mike Dooley, the guy who's always saying: Thoughts become things. So I'm trying to eliminate the "negative" things. Plus I'm giving and gaining insight from people around the world with others doing the same thing on a Facebook group. It's so fascinating.
What a weekend. I watched the inauguration on Friday, and no, I won't make any comment on it except to say that it was also incredibly interesting. I am still amazed at the whole electoral process, who it was narrowed down to in each party, and that Donald Trump is my President now. I just never saw it coming. The United States of America in 2016 is also fascinating. I know some people will read whatever they want in to these sentences, and plenty will want to debate with me about it (or wait, is that just my husband, who is fiercely pro Trump?). But please know that I mean it in the most neutral way possible. I am neither for nor against Trump. I am for "keeping" America great (not making America great) I think it's doing ok all things considered, there are just more people complaining about it. The country has to evolve with it's population that is bigger than ever in history. My greatest fear is that this divided people will fall. I became an American so that I would have the right to vote, and I used to joke: so that I had the right to complain! But that's not even funny anymore... I became an American citizen when I was 28 years old and pregnant with my 4th child, and I thought: if my husband is American, and all my children are born in the United States, I can see the next logical step. That was in 1998. I tell people July 10th is my Independence Day. Let's just say that history has been made since then. Sorry, I'm more in to ideals than politics. Next day/subject:
On Saturday I wore myself out, getting back to being in Costa Rica 2016. We walked to a restaurant on the beach and ate the best nachos of my life! No exaggeration. Just incredible. Then we braved the sun and walked on the beach, with a lovely breeze. After that it was a long moped ride, and another Costa Rican sunset over the Pacific ocean. I posted the pictures on Facebook, I suppose I need to add them here too. I'm a huge fan of silhouettes and peach skies. I took a great profile silhouette picture of my husband, and I love it!
Sunday was intense. (I go to church, I prefer to believe What if it's true, more than What if it's not true. I found a place to go where people want to better themselves, and it works for me. Like that joke: Come on, you don't have to go to church to go heaven. And the response is: Well, you don't have to wear a parachute to jump out of an airplane either, but it certainly helps.) And let me tell you, if ever in my life I got right with Jesus, it was yesterday. Lol. I had to ride on the back of a moped for 40 minutes, just to get there. Holding on for dear life. Have you seen Costa Rican roads? 2 lanes and they are curvy. There are no shoulders. There are dogs and vultures and the occasional cow on the roads. There are several bridges on the way to the big town, and most of them go down to one lane. And they have a system in place for it, but it only counts if everyone knows the system and stays in their lane all the time. Then there are pot holes. Lots of them. It was easier in the rainy season, and in a car. But during the day, when the sun is in your eyes and the shadows play tricks on you - it's nerve racking. It was like doing the Thigh Master all the way there, and all the way back. I was so sore! And the entire time I was traveling, I was praying. I'm not doing that again! I mean, praying is good, but fearing for my life in the tropics is something I prefer to avoid. I almost took the bus back home, but I made it to church ok, so I knew God loved me enough to get me home.
I was so happy when I walked in to church!! I was so happy when I walked back in the door at home!! I've often wondered about that expression of being over-whelmed with gratitude, and I think it's the closest I've been in a long time. Starting with being thankful that my husband is a good driver. I can barely move today. Which gives me extra time to tell you all about it.
I am trying to be more grateful. I am trying to grow where I'm planted, and improve my own dirt. So to speak. And use the BS as fertilizer for something better that I am growing within myself. Yeah, that analogy might work. Now that my soul is as pure as ever, and I've repented fully, and forgiven everyone I ever knew in my life, what do I do next? That's what I'm trying to figure out today. It's good to be alive folks! I'm thankful for all of it. I'm getting used to being happy, so now I have to take it up a notch. Wish me luck.
P.S. After thinking about it, I have to laugh at myself. Instead of fearing for my life, I chose to fear for my soul. I was not certain that we wouldn't become another Costa Rican road statistic. But I was sure that I wanted to shoot for heaven if it came down to it.
What a weekend. I watched the inauguration on Friday, and no, I won't make any comment on it except to say that it was also incredibly interesting. I am still amazed at the whole electoral process, who it was narrowed down to in each party, and that Donald Trump is my President now. I just never saw it coming. The United States of America in 2016 is also fascinating. I know some people will read whatever they want in to these sentences, and plenty will want to debate with me about it (or wait, is that just my husband, who is fiercely pro Trump?). But please know that I mean it in the most neutral way possible. I am neither for nor against Trump. I am for "keeping" America great (not making America great) I think it's doing ok all things considered, there are just more people complaining about it. The country has to evolve with it's population that is bigger than ever in history. My greatest fear is that this divided people will fall. I became an American so that I would have the right to vote, and I used to joke: so that I had the right to complain! But that's not even funny anymore... I became an American citizen when I was 28 years old and pregnant with my 4th child, and I thought: if my husband is American, and all my children are born in the United States, I can see the next logical step. That was in 1998. I tell people July 10th is my Independence Day. Let's just say that history has been made since then. Sorry, I'm more in to ideals than politics. Next day/subject:
On Saturday I wore myself out, getting back to being in Costa Rica 2016. We walked to a restaurant on the beach and ate the best nachos of my life! No exaggeration. Just incredible. Then we braved the sun and walked on the beach, with a lovely breeze. After that it was a long moped ride, and another Costa Rican sunset over the Pacific ocean. I posted the pictures on Facebook, I suppose I need to add them here too. I'm a huge fan of silhouettes and peach skies. I took a great profile silhouette picture of my husband, and I love it!
Sunday was intense. (I go to church, I prefer to believe What if it's true, more than What if it's not true. I found a place to go where people want to better themselves, and it works for me. Like that joke: Come on, you don't have to go to church to go heaven. And the response is: Well, you don't have to wear a parachute to jump out of an airplane either, but it certainly helps.) And let me tell you, if ever in my life I got right with Jesus, it was yesterday. Lol. I had to ride on the back of a moped for 40 minutes, just to get there. Holding on for dear life. Have you seen Costa Rican roads? 2 lanes and they are curvy. There are no shoulders. There are dogs and vultures and the occasional cow on the roads. There are several bridges on the way to the big town, and most of them go down to one lane. And they have a system in place for it, but it only counts if everyone knows the system and stays in their lane all the time. Then there are pot holes. Lots of them. It was easier in the rainy season, and in a car. But during the day, when the sun is in your eyes and the shadows play tricks on you - it's nerve racking. It was like doing the Thigh Master all the way there, and all the way back. I was so sore! And the entire time I was traveling, I was praying. I'm not doing that again! I mean, praying is good, but fearing for my life in the tropics is something I prefer to avoid. I almost took the bus back home, but I made it to church ok, so I knew God loved me enough to get me home.
I was so happy when I walked in to church!! I was so happy when I walked back in the door at home!! I've often wondered about that expression of being over-whelmed with gratitude, and I think it's the closest I've been in a long time. Starting with being thankful that my husband is a good driver. I can barely move today. Which gives me extra time to tell you all about it.
I am trying to be more grateful. I am trying to grow where I'm planted, and improve my own dirt. So to speak. And use the BS as fertilizer for something better that I am growing within myself. Yeah, that analogy might work. Now that my soul is as pure as ever, and I've repented fully, and forgiven everyone I ever knew in my life, what do I do next? That's what I'm trying to figure out today. It's good to be alive folks! I'm thankful for all of it. I'm getting used to being happy, so now I have to take it up a notch. Wish me luck.
P.S. After thinking about it, I have to laugh at myself. Instead of fearing for my life, I chose to fear for my soul. I was not certain that we wouldn't become another Costa Rican road statistic. But I was sure that I wanted to shoot for heaven if it came down to it.
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