Today I woke up and I don’t feel particularly awful. I busted some shapes in my sleep, which is always disturbed, resulting in very tight wires and neck. But I don’t feel awful.
I’m tired, more exhausted, but my head isn’t all that bad. In fact, it’s so ‘not that bad’ that I just got back from taking Bella for a 45 minute walk. Longer than I’ve walked for a long time, and I only stopped once. Of course I took my stick to keep me balanced and reduce the risk of falls which it succeeds in preventing today.
But I walked with Bella, outside, in the freshest air and the coolest breeze. Sloshing my boots through the wettest mud and pointlessly called for my now deaf dog while she churned up all the grass.
We had a wonderful time together because today I woke up and I didn’t feel that awful.
To round it off, I am back home putting some washing on and waiting on the water to heat up to have a nice long bath, because we gotback and I still don’t feel that awful. Ok, we’ll maybe I do feel a little bit more awful, but it’s been worse, far worse.
So today I hope for more days of not feeling awful, and I hope and wish that anyone reading this today also feels not that awful and makes the most of it too 🫶🏼