A short poem
I am my own best friend.
the end.
I'm not sure I like getting older. My elbow hurts. The doctor says it's arthritis . . . that's cause I'm old.
The snow came back today.
Create a list of words that define your beliefs about life. Then write an affirmation using those words.
It is very very cold out this morning. The sun is shining brightly, so that's deceptive--but it is very cold. The thermometer says .6 degrees. And the wind is making it even colder.
We are watching the weather report. High winds coming in with thunder and lightening. In winter.
Anxiety is down this morning. My tummy was upset over the weekend, so that's probably why I was as nervous as a cat. This morning, though, life is good. I feel stretchy and playful and able to wiggle around.
There were numbers in my dreams last night. I tried to remember them. It seemed important. But alas . . . I cannot remember them.
Dreaming is a way to sort out data that you don't want to really deal with during your waking hours. Sometimes it's just unimportant data . . . stuff that fills your head but isn't important. Your brain just needs to sort through it and make some sense of it.
This morning we were talking about what our basic "themes" were. Dougal said it was FREEDOM, thus he enjoys games like run run run and past times like Pirate ship and Pirate Fort.
I was nervous this morning.