It’s been a tough week. Mentally, emotionally, physically. I’ve had therapy, the mental and physical kind. I saw Patsy on Tuesday, Marissa on Wednesday. I stretched my hips, curled my back, iced. I flexed my Id, remembered my pain, cracked some jokes. Taught my son some coping mechanisms. Didn’t give myself credit. Met my cohorts in a Zoom call, said very little. I haven’t lived up to myself this week, but some weeks are better than others and it’s not over yet.
It’s only Thursday.
I hope you’re having a wonderful week. The kind that others dream about. I hope you’re choosing joy and being kind, especially to yourself.