The Day That Was
Spent the evening in a pain healing workshop at our church this evening. I haven't experienced half the pain and trauma that some of the participants have experienced and I feel blessed to be able to learn from them and from the ways in which they have managed to heal already. The courage of the human spirit is always awe-inspiring.
Why I Need Courage
In 3 months, I'll be taking my comprehensive exams. I've had a hard time getting my head in the right place to do this study and preparation. What's hardest is the self-motivation, the getting into the right place to do what needs to be done. And I've come to a striking realization.
Reading is hard.
I've always been a big reader. I read constantly and I read just about anything. But reading for a living--well, that's just work.
I love reading and I want to read the texts I need to read/review for the exams. But everything else in the world seems more interesting. And when I do read, I find that I need breaks to let my brain process what I've read. Icky.
And the knitting?
Well, I'm knitting. Trying to finish this freaky scarf because it's COLD. Low of 23 degrees tonight. Northerners, be kind; for Southern gals, that's like 30 below. When the scarf is done, then it's on to the socks for Lizz, which I'd really like to finish by Saturday.
Kitty Love
