January 21, 2024

I woke up today realizing that I'm 60 years old. The celebration was yesterday, but today comes the understanding. What does it really mean to turn 60? I'm about to find out and document my journey for anyone interested. One of my objectives for 2024 is to keep a daily blog that will serve as my notepad for my adventures.

In theory, nothing really changes for me. Since I've been disabled for over three years, in many ways, I have physically felt much older. I suppose that isn't a bad trade in the overall scheme of things. I see people who appear to be in worse shape than me, and they turn out to be twenty years younger.

I will keep writing and blogging. With the help of my healing stones, I've found that writing is much easier, and inspiration comes more quickly to me. I used to suffer from writing blood almost daily. I couldn't focus even if I found a subject to write about.

However, I was nearly skeptical about the whole stones and crystals thing, but it was straightforward to embrace once I opened my mind to the idea; it appealed to me. When Hal explained the basic concept that all a stone did was amplify and concentrate. He said that stones and crystals have peculiar magnetic properties that we can tune into if we try.

I thought of The Force from Stae Wars when I tried to understand the power of the stones and crystals. That helped me to waste my way into acceptance, and yes, I am a Star Wars fan from the original movie released all those years ago. While I cannot raise an X-wing fighter from the swamp, I do my best.

The key is not judging until you start feeling some connection with the stone. Personally, I can testify that one of the stones I inadvertently left next to my iPhone seemed to clear up my CGM 9continious glucose monitoring) app that failed to connect with my iPhone for more than 24 hours. Within a few seconds, my iPhone and the sensor on my arm connected, and I had given up trying to make it work. I know anecdotal evidence, but I wouldn't lie about that. That episode convinced me there must be something to the whole stones and crystals thing. I am slowly building a collection I can place around the apartment, in the car, and my messenger bag.

I don't do religion in the traditional sense because that depends on someone else telling me what their imaginary sky friend told them, and they need money. Best of all, no one gets nailed to a tree for suggesting that we love and care about each other. The irony is that those same people seem to spend all their energy preaching and telling people whom they should hate in the name of love. Trying to figure that logic out gives me a headache.

I enjoyed writing this story. It marks the beginning of my 61st year.

Be kind to one another.