 and the whole rest of that first rosary was awkward at best, my thoughts flitting back and forth between the words I was praying, the mystery I was focusing on, changing beads in my fingers at the appropriate times, and the underlying question of how badly I was messing this up. When I reached the end of that first rosary, I was pretty sure that Our Lord and Our Lady were pleased with the effort, even though I fumbled it so badly.