Micki's Musings

On the last day of "my" fun-filled weekend, I went to church. It was an old church. One that had a stained glass window of Christ behind the pulpit. I like old buildings. It's like you can sense the decades and sometimes even centuries of people who have passed through those halls living, laughing, singing, crying, praying. Old buildings are awesome. We just popped in for sacrament meeting, my friends and I. I was feeling off-center. Frustrated that the weekend hadn't fueled me like I wanted it to, disappointed at my own lack of companionship, and feeling lonely. Again. Some more. I prayed through the sacrament portion of the meeting. I closed my eyes and asked God to help me make Him my favorite fella. I'm always needing help with that. I prayed to appreciate the life I have right now and feel happiness and peace inside of it. He answered my prayers. Both of the speakers spoke about Christ. Neither was particularly poignant or powerful. Their talks were s

It's a new year. Can't say I'm sad about saying sayonara to the last couple of years. Here's to new beginnings and the continuation of journeys full of healing and learning and loving and living. I partied hard with friends this weekend. Had a good time. Mostly, though, I learned some stuff. Playtime is good for me. But, if it's self-care time, it needs to be about me. I had planned a fun-filled weekend where I wanted to head up to north and participate in a bunch of activities with mid-singles up there. I invited people. People said they would come, but could we change this thing and that thing? Then people said they weren't coming anymore. Then people changed their minds again and wanted to come if  we changed this or that other thing again. My weekend turned into their weekend. Lame sauce. It was still fun, but I discovered that many mid-singles--especially those who have never been married or never had children--struggle to live for anyone but them