I don't want to jinx it but I started praying the Rosary daily this year. Usually as I make my way through traffic. I must look strange to the other drivers, rapidly moving my lips with a 1000-mile stare. In reality, when we pray, we are just... thinking, but it is sometimes a chore, tiring. Maintaining that focus. I find myself questioning whether I said that last Hail Mary correctly and I go back and re-pray it. It feels like sewing, missing a stitch, and going back to reinforce.