All I really know I learned from ping pong

For some reason I'm feeling moved to post on this long-neglected blog. I wish I could say that life is wonderful or that I'm deeply engaged in some new, exciting project. The truth of the matter is that I am feeling like a ping pong ball--moving back and forth rapidly, never really landing anywhere. I'm changing, shifting so to speak bit by bit, and scared to death of where these "changes" may take me. Oh crud. . . now the waterworks are starting and frankly I don't need or want them, not now. Crying may be great for the soul, but it stinks for a chronic migrainer. Frankly, I've had just about all the physical pain I can handle. And for those of you who know me you know that's a heck of a lot of pain. But that's another post or maybe it's part of this post. I don't know. . . bounce. . . bounce. . . bounce!

Right now the only thing that makes sense is to ask you (if there is anyone who still checks this blog) to pray for me. It doesn't have to be elaborate or eloquent. A simple prayer will do.

In the meantime. . . . . . bounce, bounce, bounce,
~Cheryl