Experimenting

I saw this template and just thought it was lovely. Don't like how it displays the post time, but I suppose beggars can't be too picky. If you hover, it tells you the whole date and time. I don't know if anyone cares about that but me, so I think I can live with it.

Switching templates meant a lot of rework. So some things that were here aren't here anymore. We'll see if I miss them.

It's been more than a year since I started this adventure. It's been an interesting ride.

Sometimes now I feel kind of like a stranger in a strange land, but I find that I don't mind too much.

I still get tired and cranky sometimes, and sometimes I have even been known to yell. But I don't tend to beat myself up about it too much. That feels like progress, even though of course I'd rather be, as Bridget Jones said, a "perfect saint-style person." (Of course, I think she was mostly referring to laying off the booze, or the cigarettes, or perhaps it was the calories?) But that's all part of wanting to carve up the world into good and bad, right and wrong. It's perfectly natural to do—to not do it is downright weird. But oddly liberating when you have some success.

The instructions for this week of lessons had an interesting departure from the ones that have come before: to not judge my failure to follow the recommendations perfectly, and to not let that derail me (as has been the norm—I try, I "fail", I try again the next day, or the next week, and next thing you know more than a year has gone by and you are still on Lesson 97).

Spirit am I, a holy Son of God, free of all limits, safe and healed and whole, free to forgive, and free to save the world.

That was today. I could have done better. But I have to trust it was enough for this day. That is my lesson to learn.