Wonder if I can start a new habit or tradition…going to church on Sunday. Growing up on Route 2, every Sunday Mother would make sure we were in Sunday School and church, as was she. Later I played the piano whenever the doors of the church was open for business. Is this a part of me that is missing now and would this bring a reconnection to my past? I do not know.
I have surprisingly kept up with the practice of the piano and the leg exercises to keep my knees in good condition.
I reminded myself of things I needed to do this year…not resolutions:
1. Smile more
2. Accept what I cannot change
3. Keep quiet; listen more (even though I see few people)
Learn/Relearn how to play the piano; Learn/Relearn Ballroom dancing; walk more when the knees allow; watch what I eat meaning not to eat mindlessly in front of the T.V. and write every day whether it is on this blog or somewhere else, i.e. documents.
Those were my thoughts on New Year’s Day which I spent totally alone but not lonely. I always speak with my sister at the end of the day and I did speak with one child; the other I had spoken with on Christmas Day.
I am not sure I am a church person; I believe in many things but could never settle on one doctrine. I do not think it takes a church to make one spiritual; however, perhaps it is the social interaction one finds at the building called church.
Do I need this social interaction? I truly do not know. The only way to find out is to go and see. It is very cold and raw, however, I am dressed and ready to depart in time for the 10:30 service. Perhaps a follow up would be called for here.
What an ordinary life I lead. Perhaps the world is made up of ordinary rather than extra ordinary folk. I think it is cool to be ordinary…if cool is still an acceptable word.
Do any of you have any thoughts on this activity?