the eighth day
SHOW ME ON THE TREE WHERE CHRISTMAS HURT YOU.
SHOW ME ON THE TREE WHERE CHRISTMAS HURT YOU.
What was I going to do? Will I figure it out if I look in my inventory again? Oh hey, a doughnut!
I am doing the math of harm every day, sometimes minute by minute, so that we can keep this ship on the water.
I just need to remind myself to go to bed early tonight because that would be a really nice thing to do for me. And I deserve thoughtfulness like that.
Hopefully we can forgive our brains and our bodies for reacting to stress like they do. Hopefully we can take some deep breaths and shake the darkness off.
Hope and the willingness to let the day roll over you is a discipline, which means that sometimes it is VERY HARD and you have to practice interrupting your own...