It’s 4 o’clock. That is a sign of victory. 4 o’clock means I’ve made it through most of the day and 6 o’clock will be here before I know it. Of course 5 o’clock is true quitting time as most employees with any ounce of authority over me are on their way out the door, or soon to be. So 4 o’clock is closer to freedom then it would seem.
In almost every aspect today was a typical Monday. Although I’ve noticed I’m developing a slight ache in my pointer index finger on my right hand. More than likely due to the constant pressure I’ve been putting on it daily as I perform both really important work tasks at the computer and equally important social media tasks on my iPod. My iPod. Thank God for my iPod. It keeps me from hearing the office gossip and drama that is forever circulating around me. It helps me to get lost in my own little cocoon of working, blogging and social media-izing (real word?). God bless the man who invented it. Oh yea, that would be Steve Jobs. God bless Steve Jobs. Well, God bless his family since he is no longer with us. That makes me think about the fact that I never finished his book. I did download it…got through a few chapters. But it is still sitting in my kindle app untouched. Maybe one day it will be a priority. But not today. Today, my priorities have been encouraging others in their eating habits. I’ve had at least 10 conversations with several different individuals about their diet and how to incorporate life-giving foods into their everyday meals. From this morning ’til now, others kept coming to me about their health. It makes me feel weird in all honesty because I never intended to be a “health coach” but I think that fact alone keeps me humble. God through my weakness is getting glory and gets all the credit.
I will not lie. I am loving the benefits of having a healthy diet. The benefits meaning my new figure. I simply can’t wait for the warmer seasons to show it off. As modestly as possible of course :-). But for now, it’s winter and thinking of warmer seasons does me no good. Although I did learn a valuable lesson during last weeks “frigid” temperatures, also known as the “polar vortex”. When the city was hit with negative 15 degree weather, I think it was a wake-up call for all affected. We realized that 20 degrees is actually bliss. Yep, I never thought I would be saying this, but I learned to be grateful in the “now” because it can always be worse. As it is in life. It can always be worse. And we never seem to appreciate the “now” unless tragedy hits and the “now” becomes worse than the “everyday”.
So I’m thankful that this is just another Monday. That maybe it was a little boring and maybe a little slow, but definitely not tragic. Definitely not frigid. Just cold. And cold can feel warm when you’ve experienced frigid. Ordinary can be wonderful, when you’ve experienced tragic.
SHALOM
