I’m not a religious person. Tonight when I stepped into the ER per my doctor’s instructions after a severe & somewhat sudden headache at 2:30 a.m. this morning, I told the receptionist I was Christian when asked my religious preference.
I grew up in a Christian family, went to church fairly regularly & had a lot of fellowship. I liked it when it was fellowship at a restaurant. It’s been a long time since my Christian roots were showing. It’s been a decade since the Christian group I joined haphazardly at UCLA.
I honestly was a little scared it was something serious that was wrong with me. My doc advised me to go to the ER, as did the advice nurse after consult. I drove myself to the ER, met up HB, who took care of baby.
My lovely friend Kim had a headache & died suddenly in New York. May Kim know is loved & thought of often. I had heightened fear that something like that could be possible. Brain aneurysms are scary & mysterious to me.
I’ve been a little under the weather lately in many ways & am grateful for an opportunity to celebrate the good in my life.
I have been considering drafting a will & perhaps a trust for Eggsy. Tonight I regretted a bit how I hadn’t gotten around to it.
The way you do one thing is the way you do everything.
This mantra helps me to understand that it is okay that sometimes I freak out & perhaps over prepare. Most of the time, I just go with the flow.
I suppose that is the ebb & flow of life: a constantly changing terrain, challenging in small & big ways that are life changing (or not).
My next practice is in kindness. I want my child to have a center of kindness. To care & love freely, generously, of himself, of others, familiar or not.
After all, life is far too serious to take too seriously. It’s harder to be lighthearted, don’t you think?
