Running type exercise. *Legs exercise. *
I just need to do whatever I can do.
Write every morning.
Pretty good.
Floss teeth
Ok.
Volunteer
I guess.
Budget
Not bad
No robbing/borrowing from savings
I got some surprise money so I can pay some back.
No Facebook until after budgeting is done *daily*
Yup.
Spend time in nature
I feel like crap, but I go out for a few minutes.
Read Book of Mormon daily *Read New Testament daily*
Doing....ok.
25 February 2019
So, I have been feeling really bad. I may need to try resting most of the time. I’ve even been thinking that I need to go to church one Sunday a month because I feel so bad. But I don’t want my children to get the idea that staying home from church is acceptable because you learn so much when you go. I may have to “muscle” my way though for the next few years and be tougher than I want to be.
My grandma got to a point that she didn’t go to church buildings anymore. And she had a cushion to sit on all the time she went out. She always had someone help her walk when she went outside. Steps were not the easiest for her and I never saw her going up and down steps.
I always say she was a “tough ol’ girl”. She had 2 strokes. I have had one. She lived alone for years. Finally she had to go into a nursing home. Still she was spunky. At the same time very proper about things. She had her way that she wanted things done, and she would let you know it. She became somewhat more quiet as she got older. It might be because she had her own ideas about how she wanted things done, but she had to rely on everyone else to do things for her. Everyone that did something for her had there ideas. At a certain point it is easier to let people just do their thing. Talking is just to hard. As for myself, I just have to let people think they are smarter, even though I already know that I am. I wonder if my grandma was the same way. I would not doubt it she was a smart lady.
26 February 2018
So, some people think I am wrong. Sometimes I am. Not to much. If I am wrong I will admit it. I hate when people, regardless of what they believe, won’t ever say they are wrong.
It reminds me of a saying I once heard. “If the foo shits, wear it.” There once was a bird called a foo, if it shat on you you, you had to wear it. If you wiped off the mess you would die.
Some things are so awful, but you have to live with them no matter what.
Now, I find this as strictly an earthly perspective, no eternal perspective. Kind of like I don’t foresee myself in a wheelchair forever, just the rest of this earthly life.
Most of us have some form of foo excrement we have to wear. So. Are we smelling other people’s mess or are we being overwhelmed by our mess.