Due to some crappy physical stuff, I'm kinda on temporary bed rest. I don't really have an option to completely unplug and hide away (nor would I want to - nor is it necessary) but I am being urged to rest as much as I can to allow my body some time to heal.
It's moments like these, the ones where I feel held back and isolated, that I really have to call on my courage and remember that this does not have to diminish my happiness or my worth.
It's very easy to get stuck in that cycle of anger, sadness, frustration, and eventually self loathing.
But I don't want that toxic stuff eating at me.
So I let myself bellyache the morning away and then decided 'Ok. Enough of that. We're moving on now.'
I concentrated on anything and everything good I could imagine. The t-shirt my dad surprised me with, the new video of my favorite production company, getting homework accomplished, and now writing this.
All the things I enjoy. Things that keep me happy.
I decided that I was going to fake feeling better until I actually started feeling better.
And no lie. I *DO* feel better.
So for this moment we're calling it a win.
I'm going to run now. Post this and then climb in to bed for a few hours. Dr's Orders!!!
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