I give myself permission...
...to be right where I am.
Today it's tired, still a little tender, and yet playful (<-- which
whispers to me of Hope).
...and to take extra good care of myself.
I'm having a bowl of warm, comforting noodle soup and
saltines for supper.
While my body may not be sick, my heart is mending and convalescing (an old wave
of grief rolled in this morning and, gratefully, seems to have washed over me rather
quickly.)
. * .
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