Beautiful Tuesday

It surely feels like we're busier than I expected to be at this stage of life.  Even though we aren't near as busy as some people, we still always have things going on.  And I imagine that's a good thing.

We had a nice weekend.  Friday evening we went to a presentation by a fellow church member who is retired from the FBI, a former soldier in the fight against drugs.  It was a totally engrossing couple hours listening to him and hearing how his faith in Jesus Christ and the Atonement and his membership in our church helped him.  Still, it was a very sobering evening.  Hard for me to listen to, though I was very glad that I went.

Almost sunrise, post-storm last week.

Saturday we spent some time running errands, in the blowing snow and cold.  I never tire of being with The Husband and enjoying our lives together.  Treated ourselves to lunch at Capriotti's, this one in Riverton.  Love their sandwiches.  That evening we went to dinner with some friends, they're dear, dear souls.  Went to an Indian restaurant.  I've never really eaten Indian food at a restaurant.  And I loved what I had some kind of chicken tikka masala (and probably I've mangled the name) and some buttered naan.  But apparently my body doesn't like it. I spent the entire night up with heartburn, indigestion, reflux.  Couldn't eat a single bite on Sunday morning, and even through the rest of that day my whole system felt fragile and unsettled.  I'd like to try the food again, perhaps not make such a pig of myself over it.

We're still getting used to only two hours of church on Sundays, and while our Come Follow Me study afterwards starts out being only a few minutes, we usually end up sitting at the table with our scriptures for an hour.  It's a good time to talk as well as study.  It's been good for us.  I'm hoping somewhere along the line I'll learn to actually look forward to it with joy as well.

This morning during shavasana at yoga, our teacher (yogi?) asked us to think about some of our life's accomplishments, something we're proud of and think about how they have brought us some happiness, contentment and / or joy.  Hard as I tried I actually couldn't think of a single thing that anyone would consider an accomplishment.  And I'm being completely serious here (not asking for anyone to be kind and give me a compliment, that's not what's going on) - I've been a wife and a mom and a friend and an employee, and all those same kinds of things that pretty much every other woman has done.  But those aren't really accomplishments, they're life.  It's actually easier to think of things I haven't done:  completed (or even attended) college, started a company, learned a trade or any other innumerable things that generally comprise the "accomplishment" category.  The whole meditation gave me pause.

But I'm still grateful.  I'm grateful that The Husband didn't mind getting his Charger registration renewed.  That's often a mental pressure for me.  I'm grateful for a new-to-me brownie recipe that made me glad I'd tried it- it'll be a repeat recipe for sure. I'm grateful for all the shoveling that has helped me be strong (and according to the weather person just now on the news, there's a great deal more snow coming!) - I like being strong. I'm so grateful for a treadmill that helps me keep walking (even though I'd really rather be outside) when the walkways are a bit slick for walking (I'm determined to never break a hip) and help me catch up on my ever-growing stack of library books. I've read some good ones!  I'm grateful for a snug warm home and for hugs.