I decided to take it easy today, well, as easy as you can with three kids.
I sat out on the patio and bathed my feet. Then after a thorough pedicure and a second soaking, I massaged them with cocoa butter and patchouli oil . . . I would've painted my toenails but it's early days in their recovery and they don't need to be attracting attention yet (much like me ;-) I did go to the shop in sandals though. So what? So have you seen a junky's feet ?. . . No, neither have they. I swear I didn't "see" my feet throughout those years. I
I'm ok at looking at stuff from within, no matter how embarrassing, painful or shameful it is . . . But when it involves other than me, I do tend to avoid dealing with these issues . . . Sometimes I have an awful vision of being left to care for my Mum in the future when the floodgates burst with the weight of resentment and unleash fifty (maybe a lot more by then) years worth of whys? and hows? Somehow I can't bring myself to tell her what angers me so. I don't want to hear the excuses. Ok enough of that.
It's almost half two and I need to be up at seven but one thing's for sure . . . I will be awake in an instant. And in that instant I'll remember why I feel so good. That alone is worth waking up for . . .
Sweet dreams and days to all. Thanks as always.