On a quiet Monday I drink tea and work crossword puzzles. I put on a new pair of clogs to wear around the house. Shoes are important to me these days. They feel good.

I answer a question about the heart and its silence, knowing that words never work in this matter.

I think of Leonard Cohen and his dark departure from this world. Yes, it was dark but in that darkness there was light.

I go through my purse. I open my billfold and see how much change I have. Quarters and nickels look so much alike I have to squint to tell the difference. I separate them, putting the nickels with the pennies.

I make sure my new insurance cards are in my wallet before my next visit to a doctor.

Who am I, really? Not much, not much at all. A person like you, someone that loves to eat but has to watch how much. A person that fears they are not good enough, but for what….and who? Society thrives on our insecurities. Rob gave me a keychain that says “You are enough.” So I believe it.

This Monday missal is enough for those that have ears to hear and for those that like chocolate, coffee and the rare feeling that things are okay. They are not okay but that, too, is okay. It is all we’ve got and that is why we go on with this crazy life. Love doesn’t care how we do it, but that we do it.

Vicki Woodyard