Good health

Here I am, a year plus into my beading fantasy. Some changes in my personal life. The big one: my depression has lifted. It's just gone. God, time, the medication, getting older, or some combination of all these, something has finally closed the gaping wound in my heart that has ached since I was nine years old. When I poke around inside my psyche, nothing hurts anymore! Strange, but true. I'm at peace. Full of joy. Life feels great, wonderful, I'm thankful to be alive. I don't want to hide, or crouch under the covers, or ignore the world. Life is sweet.

About three weeks ago, I started exercising three or four times a week at Curves. I love it. (I started after the miracle, not before. ) I look forward to going and hate to miss a session. I'm doing it for my health, to get stronger, eventually to lose some weight, but mostly because it feels so good and my body says it needs it. I work as hard as I feel like at the moment. I'm doing this most days of the week. It's not a marathon, and it's not a question of "going for the burn." I always work up a sweat and enjoy my shower when I get home. It's a great way to start the day. If Isaiah is still coming in September (he's a little boy I babysit before school three or four days a week) I'll go right after he leaves. Right now, I get up, have my tea and toast, and then I go. I come home feeling so virtuous. Check my emails, then hit the beading table. There's work to do for a few hours before household chores catch up with me. It's a good life.