Spring break is almost over. In some ways I don't feel as if I have accomplished anything at all. But in inactivity there has been progress. Sometimes the most progress comes from merely standing still.

I had plans. The old me would have been all over them and then some. I would have taken control of things and pushed on no matter how much my body hurt or how tired I was. I chose to rest, to rejuvenate.

I reconnected with old friends, two of the three muskateers, and may have reforged a fragil link with a new friend. That says a lot to me.

I've begun a few projects- I'm getting better at finishing the things I start- they are almost done. Yeah, I know. Almost only counts in horse shoes. It's what I used to tell my students.

I have transformed spiritually but it's not complete yet- may never be. My mother attended mass with me last night. That meant a great deal to me.

Life keeps coming at me whether I stand still or hit the ground running. These days I choose to enjoy the scenery, sit still.