A few years ago I decided I needed to tune out.
I’m in a bit of a listy mood, so I thought I’d list some of the things I consider simple pleasures.
Starting the day isn’t high on my list of fun things.
Emotional rest is a necessity and a process just like physical rest.
Some women have a thing for handbags/purses/pocketbooks—whatever you want t0 call them. I’m not one of them.
I feel like the oxymoron of waiting. I do it enough that I should be good at it.
Lately it seems I can’t get enough physical rest. I have to keep reminding myself that healing is hard work.
I feel like I’m without too many coherent thoughts right now. So I thought I’d just jot down a few things that have come to mind over the last few days.
I’m tired. I’m done in. I crave the restful and restorative.
Six weeks flew by faster than I imagined. Formal physical therapy has ended, and I’m on my own.