Sweetly Contented
I feel sweet today like the orange girl on the yellow cake that is in my head. She is so sweet and I feel like her.
I like me like this. I want to be all the time like this.
I am peaceful and content for no reason and for all the reasons.
I am happy.
I feel sorted, processed. I feel corrected.
Work was so great last night. We had wheelchair races down the LDRP hallways. It was dreamy. I loved my patients, they were amazing. I loved my pod people - we had great conversation. and massage time! And almost apple pie time before my admission came up. It was a fun night.
Every once in a while, I get a chance to teach me a new life lesson. Right now I am trying to be more content with plans. I don't want to always be looking to go or do something else. Even if somewhere is lame, it is fun. I want to appreciate the space I am in a little more. Yes, be content. Be sweet. I want to be sweet and be content.
I am processed about Tom. It was a weird place. Now that he has her, I feel so processed. I feel like I am back in the mindset that is healthy. It is an escape, a relief, a big field of openess with grass and some tiny white flowers. I am sweetly contented. I am appreciating the space I am in. I am just Bessy and only Bessy. It feels great.
It doesn't make sense but it makes great sense. I am free again.
I feel like a cloud. I am a cloud.
I delivered a gigantic baby last night. When I think about being a cloud, I think about being him. He was a fluffy cloud.
As long as I am in bed by 9 I will be rested for tonight.
I am happy about how happy I am. It will be a good sleep.
I like me like this. I want to be all the time like this.
I am peaceful and content for no reason and for all the reasons.
I am happy.
I feel sorted, processed. I feel corrected.
Work was so great last night. We had wheelchair races down the LDRP hallways. It was dreamy. I loved my patients, they were amazing. I loved my pod people - we had great conversation. and massage time! And almost apple pie time before my admission came up. It was a fun night.
Every once in a while, I get a chance to teach me a new life lesson. Right now I am trying to be more content with plans. I don't want to always be looking to go or do something else. Even if somewhere is lame, it is fun. I want to appreciate the space I am in a little more. Yes, be content. Be sweet. I want to be sweet and be content.
I am processed about Tom. It was a weird place. Now that he has her, I feel so processed. I feel like I am back in the mindset that is healthy. It is an escape, a relief, a big field of openess with grass and some tiny white flowers. I am sweetly contented. I am appreciating the space I am in. I am just Bessy and only Bessy. It feels great.
It doesn't make sense but it makes great sense. I am free again.
I feel like a cloud. I am a cloud.
I delivered a gigantic baby last night. When I think about being a cloud, I think about being him. He was a fluffy cloud.
As long as I am in bed by 9 I will be rested for tonight.
I am happy about how happy I am. It will be a good sleep.