I like being single. Sitting in San Chez having breakfast, enjoying a good pot of french pressed coffee, and just being with God made me realize that I enjoy my single life. I observed another woman in a booth in front of me having breakfast too. Now, whether she is single or married I don't know. She could have been enjoying some 'me time' before work and heading home to her husband later, who knows. But I watched her and thought, “I like us single gals.” We are many, that's definitely a fact. Even as I write yet another woman walks in to enjoy breakfast alone. She seems as content as I am right now. I could be wrong and totally romanticizing my perception of single women. But for right now, in this moment, I like “us”.

I'm off to the grocery store tomorrow to purchase foods in preparation for the Daniel Fast. The interesting part is that the foods that can be eaten are not that much different than my normal diet. My sacrifice, and the hardest part for me, will be the "no sweets/sweeteners" and "no caffeine". I feel like a cup of coffee follows me wherever I go like that cloud of dirt that follows Pig-Pen from Charlie Brown. I didn't realize until yesterday that no sweeteners of any kind are a part of this type of fast, that includes honey and agave nectar. Now you're hitting me where it hurts. I have been counting on those very items as I have been trying to wean myself from sugar lately. I guess this fast is right on time....grrrrrrr...

Seriously though I am excited about making some real changes and allowing myself to settle for "just okay" anymore. Though I will miss lattes and thoughts of Kit Kat and Twix will dance in my head all is not lost. Well, perhaps a few pounds and some trips to the dentist.

As India Arie says, "Get It Together"

I did the unthinkable this afternoon. I deleted all previous blog posts prior to this. At least two years of random thoughts, quirky circumstances and humorous things that just made no sense...gone. This command decision came from a desire to have a more disciplined, thematic process to my writing. Also because it made sense to no one else but me and I wasn't satisfied with that. Of course I don't expect anyone else to understand what goes on in my head but giving others a glimpse ought to have some sort of rhyme or reason. That's my opinion at least. So I begin at a point in my life where I am about to embark on three specific tasks: (1) become a more dedicated, consistent, and educated runner, (2) take better care of my health and (3) begin a 21 day Daniel Fast.
(the thought "oh crap what am I thinking" just entered my mind)

The dissatisfaction within me comes from a deep seeded knowing of what I am capable of. I am a Child of God, nothing less. Even what I know can be exceeded and that's what drives me; not what I know I can do but what possibilities are available to me, those unthinkable things.

So..I begin from here, where I am right now. Not from where others are or where I think I ought to be but from where I actually am. As I sip on my last latte for a while (giving up caffeine is a part of the fast) and stare out of the window of my favorite coffee spot I will ready myself for the changes that await me. I can't help but to think that this is about to be hard as hell.