I’ve reached a low point. It might be the holidays. It might be the images I keep remembering of those young women standing at the coffee shop window in Australia. And because I’m down – of course – I’m thinking all sorts of sad and sorrowful and remorseful thoughts.
I’ve put some aroma therapy on the stove. It’s simmering. Water and a fancy essential oil I bought at a shop near the ocean. I’ve run a deep hot bath. We made fudge and delivered it to neighbors. We’ve hung our wreath on the door.
Well…just a quick reality check. I’ll pass back later this evening.