I woke up with this great idea of making pasta and boiling veg with it, then turning the pasta water into peanut sauce. It was a great happiness to greet the morning with. I’d gone to bed pissed off, bitter, drained, irritable, and really hurting.
So I was grateful to wake up excited and happy, feeling cozy also. I slept more than six hours. Yeah! In two chunks.
I write so many things so many places. I forget where. Last night I wrote in this journal some kind words to myself. I decided to spend three minutes a day visualizing that I’m ok and don’t need other people telling me I’m good.
I want to hold onto all the personal power I can. I need to be done handing it to people who shouldn’t have it. I need to let myself live, so I can keep trying to make love and justice. And take awkward speed hump pictures on trikerides. Yeah!