Growing up without a TV, never going to the movies, being terrified (literally) of rock music, and only having friends at my church – I lived in a clean, sterile little bubble of Christian goodness. It was safe, floating above the world – because I couldn’t touch them and they couldn’t touch me.
I should be walking, or ellipticaling, or weight lifting. But instead I am sitting on the floor of the gym facing the back side of an older gentleman on a workout bike watching his feet go round and round. Proof.
It was our first anniversary, and my husband was on the other side of the world. I hadn’t seen him in four months. I pretty much spent all of the day in the house, not because I intentionally wanted to or enjoyed being a hermit, it just happened that way. I taught piano lessons in … [Read more…]