Meanwhile, I've been trying to lay low and give myself a good break. I've read 1,000 books, drank 425 cups of tea and visited a doctor's office more times than I can count. There is nothing too serious...though I did have a little stay in the hospital.
Don't worry. I am not in imminent danger of expiring. Though by that last sentence you can guess that I have been reading entirely too many mysteries set in historical Britain.
The crazy past few months has allowed me to have time to think about my priorities and what I consider to be important. I have come to realize that I have not been taking good care of myself. I also have neglected my own mantra to "live a beautiful life."
We all have things. Things that distract us from the important parts.
Anyhoo. More of the beautiful things need to be happening in my life. And I'm responsible to see that they show up.
Speaking of distractions, my son has been explaining to me the draw of his current 80's rock band obsession. While I am most certainly a child of the 80's I find I don't speak the language of hair bands. Any guy who used more hair spray than I did in 1987 just isn't my type.
Sweet dreams, my friends.
Oh Rebekah! Bless you. Healing prayers and hugs.
ReplyDeleteAnd to your son, say that I have any number of glam rock, New Wave, or any other iteration of 80's rock that I will happily reminisce about! 😄😉
He would be thrilled, my friend. 😘
DeleteLove the way you describe all that, It shows the amount of effort you put into it. Retail Escaper
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