Anyone else sick and tired of feeling sick and tired? Not just physically sore or sniffley but in love or life relationships and your lack of time for them. Or work that sometimes teeters between passion and automation. Summer reruns.
I'm just getting out from under the covers myself, thanks for asking. Can't wrap all the words around it, but I unzipped the me suit I was wearing and put on another, and with legs that work as they should. Renewal and change and forward movement and stuff like that there.
It takes a good deal to be brave in this life, doesn't it?
To believe and have hiiiiigh hopes. To not fold and give in under the weight of bad news streaming 24x7 (oil covered pelicans sink my belly, true that). To not take pleasure in someone else's pain. Or lies. To hear the "I love you" when pulled in tight. Because...
Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes you have made or dark images you hold about yourself. They remember your beauty when you feel ugly, your wholeness when you are broken, your innocence when you feel guilty and your purpose when you are confused.
And bonus, in this life we have buttered popcorn.