(1) Though I only got about an hour and a half of sleep before I woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep, I’m still very thankful that it’s been seven days now and I’ve not gone into sleep paralysis.
(2) I was able to get a large tube of toothpaste and a bottle of shampoo for free at the Co-Op in the box of things they take to the Food Bank. Also, I found a brand new toothbrush in my backpack that I’d forgotten about.
(3) Really looking forward to calling my friend Danielle, and to talking with her for 45 minutes between 4:45 and 5:30. I’ve missed the last four times due to sleeping in, and it’s left a bit of a void. I very much gain from this early morning fellowship. It’s been a tradition now for a long time.
(5) As of this morning, I believe my unhealthy attitudes toward money are being healed.
(6) For the second time this year, just when I ran out of reading glasses, I found a nice pair of dollar readers sitting on a bench, and they suit me perfectly.
(7) I was able to cry during the church service, though not a whole lot. Still, it’s a start. I hardly ever cry, but the times when I’ve gotten in touch with the deeper feelings, I’ve cried in torrents. It’s always cleansing when I do, and it helps me to move forward once again.
(8) I’ll probably have two new piano pieces for you later on in the week, as soon as I get them off of that guy’s smartphone and upload them onto my youtube channel. I recall they both came out very nicely.
(9) Letting go off the past has always been very difficult for me. But it’s become clear that I really need to count my blessings and look forward. That said, there are some pretty substantial potential blog posts hidden in some of the very long emails I have sent to those who have ceased to contact me. The words I wrote are still valuable. I only wrote them to the wrong people.
(10) Training for window washing at 6am, should make some money in cash before 9am, when I have to go to the hospital and finalize my volunteer position. The volunteer position, by the way, is that I will now be playing piano regularly at the entrance to the Courtyard Cafe — in the hospital where I was born. Stranger things have happened! And the Lord Himself moves in strange and mysterious ways.
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