I spent the first three days home from the hospital, generally feeling sorry for myself, not feeling well and full of whining complaints. I think I’ve turned a corner. No, I know I have.
For the three nights I had insomnia, I did not count sheep, but configured outfits in my head. Oh how I miss the creativity I use to feel everyday while getting dressed.
I think it’s time, time for me to start doing what always makes me feel my best. I’m going to start getting dressed.