Blue

As a little girl, I loved the color blue. Perhaps that was because my red-headed mother loved it too. Today it’s no longer a favorite of mine.

As I awoke this morning, I had the sensation that blue had seeped in overnight. I laid in bed ignoring the time. Getting out of bed wasn’t at the top of my list of things to do. It felt as if a heavy weight had been placed on my shoulders overnight.

Despite my best efforts, some days during this recovery are downers. A few posts earlier I wrote on the topic of patience. In the last paragraph, I boldly stated how I wanted to handle my attitude going forward.

Today I’m asking myself where did that woman go. 

 

Image attribution: Kristine Lejniece from Pixabay 

3 Replies to “Blue”

  1. It’s okay not to feel okay, as the saying goes!

  2. Sherrey, I’ve learned to give my self permission to have down days, meltdowns and pity parties. Then I can move on. That’s just the way it is.

    1. Can’t thank you enough for sharing your side of our similar stories, Kathy!

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