I’m laying in bed, having woken from an evening nap to write this post. I have a bit of a cat-canary feel of satisfaction going on, of luxuriating in my space in the universe at the moment. So of course I had to take a picture.
I realized when I went to post it that it doesn’t show the lovely bruises that adorn my flesh, and that are a part of my adjusted attitude, so I will have to correct that oversight, but suffice it to say, there are a few, and I can’t help myself but to poke and rub at them throughout the day.
A really fantastic scene the other night is not the only reason for my change in mood – I’ve been very judiciously doing all the things that I know will help; all the practical things as well as self-care and self-compassion things, and they are, indeed, helping me dig myself out of the doldrums I was experiencing. Having done so, I hope to post writings of a bit more substance in these last couple weeks of the June challenge. But meanwhile, I’m letting myself wallow in this unexpected-but-very-welcome surfeit of contentment.