I suck at wallowing in self pity these days. After a day or two I hug my inner child and set my sadness on a mental shelf. That works until I start dreaming about whatever the issue is, which shows my subconscious is processing away.
So I’m bruised and battered by the last few days, but allowing myself to enjoy what’s good.
I asked for some photos of old friends getting together for my overdue big project. The things that were shared made me all warm and fuzzy.
And Lee sent me a photo of Penney showing all her pug heritage by sleeping all wrinkly.
And of course, my constant companion Vlassic reminds me of what unconditional love means. That’s what I feel from my circle of close friends, who’ve been there for me, even while dealing with their own issues.
And that’s what I feel for my family. No matter what. Please tell your family if you feel the same.