I have this idea to select one “word of the day” for each mini blog post that I’m now doing. It came to me in a vision (i.e. random shower thought probably).
Sunday, April 15
Today was a good day. However, today was also an emotionally hard day, and honestly, many days have been that way these past few weeks. But at Mass today, the priest preached about the difference between rightful sorrow and just plain ol’ wallowing.
I’m a wallower sometimes. If I’m sad about something, turn up the sad songs and cue the heavy hearts, because sometimes, I’d rather feel melancholy than feel nothing at all. But w h y. Yes, there is so much to be sorrowful about, because there are many things that happen in this world that ought not to happen. But this is not how things end. Christ gives us hope through His Death and Resurrection, and He restores our joy. He weeps with us, but then He raises us to new life with Him.
I cried many tears tonight, but this thought remained with me and consoled me.
Monday, April 16
We had pancakes and mimosas to start the day!!
Because it’s Monday. Also, because it’s marathon Monday / Patriot’s Day here in Boston, and some of us had a day off from work/School. Rachel, Zoe and I celebrated with some goods to start our day off on a highly sweet note.
I only watched the marathon for about 30 minutes to catch two of my friends running it. The conditions were disgusting out there — torrential rain, wind, 40 degrees. I had to keep myself from complaining walking in it all day when so many people were running/arm biking/walking/rucking 26.2 miles in it.
This year more than ever — perhaps because my heart has been drinking in every ounce of inspiration and encouragement it can get (or perhaps because it was straight up miserable outside) — I noticed how much the marathoners endured the course with their hearts, more so than their bodies. Trudging through that weather at mile 23 (where we were spectating), was symbolism and grit at its best, and I am so grateful to have witnessed it. No better way to start the week, I say. #GoDesi!!
It almost makes me want to run a marathon. But the other day I told Rachel that I don’t see the need to run 26.2 miles in my life. If there’s an apocalypse and I need to run 26.2 miles from zombies who are about to eat my brains, I’m willing to take the L on that one.
Tuesday, April 17
Alllllllright, we are ready for warm weather here. It’s crisp and beautiful outside, so I’m grateful for that, but winter jackets need to go. May is almost here, so we’re just waiting for those consistent 60-70 degree temperatures to hit any time now…
Other things I’m waiting for:
- A couple fun trips this summer (dying to go camping to see stars)
- Rachel’s pre-wedding festivities/actual wedding
- …just whatever the next hour/day brings, because “life is a highway; I wanna ride it all night long.” ← name that artist!
Today’s moves and grooves was a quick 20 minute workout, 30 seconds on, 10 off, 5 rounds:
- TRX rows
- around the world ball toe taps
- TRX ab rollouts
- TRX atomic pushups
- ball jumper-over burpees
5 thoughts on “One Word”
Yes. Jesus is risen, and that gives us SOO much hope even in the midst of the griefs and hardships of life. ❤ you so much Alison. Good to see your writing.
Loved this, 'Yes, there is so much to be sorrowful about, because there are many things that happen in this world that ought not to happen. But this is not how things end. Christ gives us hope through His Death and Resurrection, and He restores our joy. He weeps with us, but then He raises us to new life with Him.'
Amen! Love you too, Emily!!
i love this idea!! it’s been rainy where I am too. i’m waiting on some sunshine! so exciting that you are graduating soon!
Thanks, Lyss!! ❤️
Two posts in a week?!! So happy to hear from you again! And one word a day is an awesome idea!
Yeah I have no inclination to run a full…or even a half…marathon either. But those that do do them are super impressive.