Talks a lot
U R Cool
Here was the conversation after the poem was read;
"Thanks Ty! That was sweet of you. So...you think I talk a lot?"
"Yeah. But that's a good thing."
"Oh, good. So...You think I'm horrific?"
"Yep!" Grinning from ear to ear.
Apparently he believes that horrific is a synonym for awesome...
My son thinks I am horrifically awesome. I'll take it.
Today was a bad day...nothing happened, really, just a hard day. I had NO motivation to do anything. I would start to clean and then have to stop because it was painfully boring and my heart just wasn't in it. I would sit down to get some work done and my mind would be blank and mushy. I felt tired, grumpy and my muscles felt like jello. Please tell me you know what I am talking about!
But-the thing I love most about today is that I know that it is just a bad day...not a bad life. I am just having a 24 hour period of low...and that the sun will rise again tomorrow and I will be okay.
This may seem simple but I am so happy about this because a couple of years ago I would have been beating myself up over it. I would wonder what was wrong with me and say things to myself like, "Why are you so lazy? You can't sit and read a book-the house will fall apart around you." I love how I have learned to be patient and kind to myself and allow my mind and body to rest and be at ease for a day.
How are you patient and kind to yourself?