Profound Wisdom of Rock and Roll

Yesterday morning on the way to church, I was telling my husband how I wanted things to be different this year. I had spent the morning making my lists for the year, organizing the projects that I would like to complete, refocusing on how I would like things to be in the coming year, reflecting on mistakes in the past year and trying to learn from them. I think that the past year had been particularly hectic. There was no time to do some of the things that I wanted or needed to do. Part of it, I am blaming on having the hysterectomy. Someone told me that I would "lose" the rest of my year after having it and while at the time, I did not believe her, I have since confessed those thoughts to her and told her that she was right. There was not time to work in my yard, it was a disaster! There was no time to ride my motorcycle! Not many miles on that odometer this year. Toward the end of the year, I was not even spending time with God in the mornings, just rushing headlong into my days. Out of those three things, they are all things that I do that seem to keep me centered and on track. Working in the yard is such therapy for me, there is not a more happy tired than sitting outside and seeing a neat, blooming yard. Shallow? Maybe, but better than any shrink out there. Riding the motorcycle is something that John and I do together, I missed that this year. Spending time reading my Bible and praying in the morning just starts the day off right. Where did I lose these things this year? So, as I am telling him all these things...or something to that effect, he looks at me, knowing the chaos that has always been my life and says "Whitesnake says it best....'Here I go again on my own, going down the only road I've ever known...'" So much for that conversation! Now that song is stuck in my head.