I am a complacent rebel, a quiet loudmouth, and a brilliant idiot. Just one giant oxymoron. I feel opinions brewing and I am not sure how liberating it would be just to say what I think. I can ask for cookies and that serves me well. I know what momma wouldn’t say, but my voice shouldn’t be silenced either. A diary version of real thoughts unleashed. Maybe the universe will tilt just enough for it to just happen.
Sometimes we just get tired and everything just seems to be a lot. February feels in November is an odd one. My feet just have to keep up with my brain, or slow my brain down to match my pace. When I pull out my magic bag of tricks and look inside, I find all kinds of goodies to pick myself up. Music, and every time I forget, just turn it on and one size fits all cure! Might not remove this stupid cold, sinus, chest thing, but the mind gets dibs.
Cold weather is hard on the head, the bones, the joints. It calls for rest and we should listen. It’s okay if all the things don’t get done. It’s okay to have a change of plans. It’s okay to cancel plans and do nothing. Be kind to yourself always! You can build yourself up and just be. Take the pressure off for awhile, you are most important and deserve it.!
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