Steve and I went to the Unitarian Church up on Summit yesterday and it was a wonderful service. I felt as if I had come home. The service itself as well as the sermon where phenomenal - perfect - open and compassionate but deep and probing. The sermon was “Bowing to Brokenness” and I was just in 7th heaven listening to it. It was insightful and resonated with me so deeply. The minister spoke about the despair that comes when you feel like there just isn’t enough you can do to help the world - exactly what I‘ve been feeling the past month or so. Steve enjoyed it too, which made it even more special. I hadn’t been to a Unitarian service before. It was so comfortable and peaceful and, well, deep. I’m really excited. There appears to be a husband-wife couple who are the ministers and then a wide variety of assistants from the congregation. The music was great as well.

Since I got my spiritualism out of the way - my ass has exploded. It is huge. I don’t know how to explain this phenomenon. Steph says that she has talked to several women who said that practically overnight their bodies changed when they turned 30. I am trying to decide if I’m really accepting of it, or if by accepting it, I’m making an excuse to be…what…lazy? I don’t think that’s right. I’m not. My body has just changed. It is too weird, though - overnight, I swear.

We toured the Y today and I’m hoping we can decide to join in the beginning of the year. Steve wasn’t overly impressed, but it is so close. We’ll see. In the meantime, I’ll continue to workout here at the house. I’ve gone back to the 30 minute workout, which means ½ tapes, but I actually don’t mind that. I find it helpful to change my routine when I get stuck.