I'd had a day. It wasn't perfect. I took the deepest breath at the stoplight, saw my chest rise to the sky and then I exhaled all that bad energy out. ONE. I had done my best TWO with what the day THREE dealt me, solved problems, FOUR eased concerns from coast to coast. FIVE What more can I do? SIX It's all good, just exhausting some days SEVEN. That day is done. Goodbye.
Deep breathe in. I didn't feel capable of a sentence when I walked in the door.
We gathered our trio and went for pizza. A glass of wine. Everyone cooperated. I settled back in, resetting. We went for a walk to the park. The clouds were big and tall like they've been for weeks. It made me think of living near mountains.
The girls bathed and went to sleep so easy. I cleaned up the days messes. I felt content but maybe still in a haze.
On the art table, this. A happy unicorn who flies and is also a race horse and who likes to eat hot dogs and loves unequivocally.
Thank you, my oldest. I needed a unicorn.
