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 Just came home from another procedure. Let me tell you, procedures don’t get easier. My body is not normal. If I already didn’t know it before, the narrative just got reinforced. I have some new products to possibly consider trying. The health and wellness space in the market are having a field day in my online shopping cart these days. I’m having to read reviews for the best product for my needs. On a lighter note, I’m off to rest. I must say you all were right on target with what you’d send me, but Sheri at Red Rose Alley really has me pegged. I’d love to see what you’d pick for me, if you actually sent something. Wishing you a beautiful afternoon. 

Love,

Regine

Love

 It’s Ash Wednesday. A time of quiet reflection. Of what in me needs to be more like Him. What am I giving up this Lenten season. Self-doubt would be wonderful. 

Now for a fun question

If you were to send me snail mail or a surprise based on what you know about me, what would you send?  No need to send anything, just curious to see your responses. 

Sending love your way

Know

 Who knew the contents of my online shopping cart would be a hit. I guess it will become a regular post. 

Some tidbits about me

My love of unexpected surprises knows no bounds

Snail mail is a love language

I collect lip products. Same for nail polish

I love word searches

I use cream in my coffee. Vanilla preferably. 

In my cart

 So I’ve never found myself very interesting. I’m just a human being in need of Grace, but I was asked to share what was in my cart.

So here is what’s in my cart. 

Head x Veronica Beard tennis skort

Ascent chocolate protein powder

Colace stool softener

These are not glamorous purchases

Would I rather buy pretty pens, stationery and dresses yes. My wishlist is definitely more fun. You didn’t ask for that though. So we’re sticking to the boring essentials. 

What’s in your cart or on your wishlist?

What if

 This afternoon on the treadmill I had a moment of sadness. I remember the days when I could walk on it for an hour with no problems. No fear. No worry. Now, don’t ask how long I can last. It’s not even close to an hour. I started to wonder. Wonder what if. I realized quickly that thought wouldn’t serve me. I just shook my head, and continued walking. 

I don’t know how long it will take for me to recover physically, but it will be much quicker than my mental recovery. There is no doubt about that assessment. I didn’t understand what my therapist meant the last time I spoke with her. I get it now. 

Pray I can forgive myself for something I couldn’t control. Something I never saw coming. The decline was slow, yet rapid in a way I can’t explain. An oxymoron, I understand. To tell you the state of my soul, it feels like my online cart looks like new workout gear, protein powder and supplements. Rinse and repeat. 

Coming out of the weeds of denial is a much harder issue to tackle. It’s being tackled, however, because for grief to be dealt with properly; it must be. 

I’m learning slowly what it looks like to be my own cheerleader, until then my online cart purchases will be. 

Sunday happies

 Sunday sermons by Rich Villodas  @richvillodas

On IG: @jtedscott has posts he calls Sunday sermons. They’re so good. 

My two favorite follows lately

My friend FaceTimed me from a favorite stationery store so I could pick out what I wanted. 

Another friend sent a text that I’m keeping. It meant that much.

And God He shows up when I least expect it. 

What are you grateful for today?

saturday happies

 Any Valentine’s Day plans today?

Loving cinnamon raisin bagels

Unexpected gifts

Snail mail

Not having to cook

Coffee