I went to bed early last night. When the alarm went off this morning, I turned it off and went back to sleep.
An hour later, I got up. Since my clothes were already laid out, I put them on. Downstairs, I made a bowl of cereal for myself and sat down in front of the computer. I opened up my work email. I realized that I was still felt like crying whenever I thought about work. I took the day off.
Today I read for a while, then napped, then ate a late lunch. I got a call from a friend, and we're going to meet later for a drink (a non-alcoholic drink) and maybe a pastry. And then I'm going to yoga.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to work tomorrow, though.
Sometimes being in a safe, quiet place is what I need. A place where I can squeeze cats (gently) and think about nothing. Home is a healing place.
No comments:
Post a Comment