In Which I Push Myself Too Hard
As I type this . . . hands shaking . . . I know I will spend the rest of my day in bed.
I went to the writing group and am thrilled with the experience. I met with John and feel very confident about the direction in which things are going, aligning my actions to meet his needs. So far so good!
But of course, five hours outside of my home is four and a half hours too many. I am so exhausted right now. All I want and need is my bed.