Howdy and Happy Monday to you! Hope you are having a better time at getting your Christmas shopping done than I am. I rarely go to the malls even when it’s not Christmas time so the idea of holiday crowds makes me nervous. As scrooge-y as it might appear in the telling, getting out there in the miasma of people at this time of year is considerably unappealing. It’s getting to the point now though that I am worried about it getting done. Despite my reluctance to perform the tasks, I do value giving the people I care about something I think they would love. My procrastination is because of my loss of patience. I find that in the last couple of years, I have very little ability to just be in the moment, a mental place where you take things as they come, intending to enjoy whatever comes up. I know what I am doing instead. I am always thinking I should be making sense of life. I spend a lot of time trying to figure things out. It’s a strange kind of impatience; it’s manifested in always hurrying to get somewhere where you can think things through. It can steal the joy of spending time with the people you love, showing the care you have for the friends who make your life rich, for finding new friends who the promise of friendship is just a warm smile away. I was stopped in my tracks the other day by something my John said. We were having one of those conversations that have always been a part of our family life, but have been difficult to know how to do since we don’t have Jake playing his role. This family talk, this time of philosophy sharing, was a direct answer to numerous prayers sent heavenward the last sever
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