This weekend I started a 5k training plan, one that has me walking as much as running. It is also hard. But I am determined to stick with this and to be content with the process. A mile is a mile and one mile will lead to two and then three. But best of all, I am not having pain. That is a good thing.
I love arrows and was excited to see so many on the ground in London and Dublin. This is how I feel today, follow the arrow and just keep moving forward, one day, one step at a time. I am surpirsed at how long it is taking me to overcome the jet lag but today is better than the day before. I just need to keep my head and my toes pointed toward the goal.
We will be heading to church soon and I am in need of an attitude adjustment. Things have not been rosy at church and I could easily stay away. But I heard a speaker this summer who said that these are the times we most need to be with our church community. So I am taking a cue from my daughter and will bring a journal along. I am planning to write down the scripture and names of songs and to take notes during the sermon. Perhaps I will find meaning. Perhaps there will be something that makes me think. Perhaps my heart will begin to soften. I am going today with a blank page and an expectation that words will nudge my attitude in a new direction. That is the power of words and writing.
I recently returned from a trip that was journaling worthy but I did very little writing. I was traveling with a group and I could not push myself to pull out my notebook in public. I was so aware of how awkward this felt and I wanted so much to write. Instead, I carried the little notepad from the hotel room and made notes here and there.
I want to get past this. I want to write in public. I want writing to be a known part of who I am, what I do. I will be working on this.