And isn't that just an interesting expression... "I'm going to make it." When I wrote it, my meaning was that I wasn't going to let the whole thing beat me, get the best of me, suck me down into the abyss... But as I sat here looking at it, the question occurred to me, "I'm going to make it WHAT?"
So let me think through my fingers here for a minute. What am I going to make of this new decade, the Sixties -- MY Sixties?
- I'm going to make it full of joy. Joy is one of the fruit of the Spirit, and I want to see more of that filling up my heart and splashing out of me onto those around me.
- I'm going to make it healthier. I need to develop new habits, like exercising more. "I am a person who exercises." And I want to enjoy it... I went through a period earlier this month when I couldn't exercise, and it brought me face to face with good health as a privilege.
- I'm going to make it thinner. I AM losing weight, and I'm not going to let anything stand in my way. Not even myself -- the biggest obstacle I have!!
Now, back to Beck. I've obviously fallen off the wagon. Wagon? Where is that daggone thing, anyway? The wagon has gone on without me... sigh. But, look! Here comes another one! Hang on while I climb back on...
