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Making changes

What do you do when you are unhappy with your life? You cry, you complain, and then? You snap out of it and realize that if you are unhappy, you need to change. No one else is going to do it for you!

After much soul searching, I realized what I didn't like and what I can try to do to better the situation.

Let's start with my faith. I know that there are periods of spiritual ups and downs, just like the rest of life. A spiritual dry spell is where I was. I decided to try to pray a rosary every day. We had recently been to Fatima. I stood in the very spot where Our Lady appeared to those three children and told them to pray the rosary every day. It must be a good thing if Our Heavenly Mother appears and tells us so! 31 is the number of rosaries so far this year!

Next is my desire to exercise more, which is not a lofty goal considering that anything above nothing is more than I was previously doing! This one actually solved two separate problems. One, I am out of shape, and two, I needed to find something to do on post while Anna participates in the band program at the middle school. It is only an hour, but it is every day and it was killing our morning homeschool schedule. Tony can take her on Tuesday and Thursday, but that left three days where we had an hour to kill on post or go home and turn right around again. The gym has a family room. Tony kindly showed me how to use the treadmill and the elliptical machines. The kids can join in or play in the toy area. I downloaded some books onto my Ipad and I can walk or jog for about 40 minutes before we have to pick up Anna! The genius part of this is that unlike going on a walk with the kids, I don't have to stop or walk at their pace. I can really get my heart pumping! Also, it seems to be helping with keeping those winter blues at bay, which is a very good thing, my friends.

Lastly, Lent is coming. The thing I really want to work on is being a better example for my children. My attitude in particular. I won't go into the particulars, but I have a plan for "giving up" some bad habits and replacing them with better ones. Pray for me? If you have any intentions you would like me to include in my daily rosary, please let me know. Either in the comments or if you prefer, email me at jenny reosti at yahoo dot com. I think you know how to turn that into a real email address!

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  1. Such an inspirational post.
    I shall pray for you, as you pray for me that I will let God take care of me and I can let my worries go. Anxiety is hard and robs me of my faith.
    Lent coming up is a new start and I hope to use the time to explore our faith as a family.
    My parents went to Fatima once. Life changing. : )

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    1. Anxiety is very hard. You will be in my daily prayers and I find comfort knowing you are praying for me as well. May you and your family draw ever closer to one another and to Our Lord during this Lenten season.

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  2. Good morning Jenny. Love you blog. I have been clearing away and organizing. I found some wonderful pictures of Ben. I would like to mail them to you. What is your address? You can txt me if you like. Nine three one two seven three three five two one. rita

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  3. I need help in all those areas, too. There are so many of us sisters in anxiety, aren't there? Between anxiety and pain I find little time to truly enjoy life. I'll be spending Lent in a velcro shoe and on crutches so I'll hopefully have some growing time on my hands. Praying for you friend, as always.

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  4. I felt like I was reading about me in this post. I hope that been successful with your Lenten sacrifices so far. You will be in my prayers.

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