… hang in there. It’s not that it’s just a Tuesday. It’s that it is still wintertime. The days are cold, brisk and dreary. When the tips of your toes or your fingers take forever to get warm. And what’s warm? That warm bed is bloody difficult to climb out of in the morning. Not enough sun. Craving the sun. Want to feel the sun. The waves. The beach. The sand. Escape.
105. Still your body. Take a relaxing breath. Inhale through your nose and hold it to the count of 4. . . .
Thanks for hanging in there during my broken foot interruptus. But now I’m back, I am learning to be strong . . .