Tried telling people I was ok today even though that wasn’t technically true.
It’s a mantra. You know, a lie you tell yourself in the hopes that it’s true.
Better to keep repeating in my head I’m okay I’m okay I’m okay to the rhythm of my boot heels clip clipping on the poured cement floors.
Better than thinking I’m so stressed I’m so stressed I’m so stressed and I don’t know even why really. I’m okay has a better meter. Anyway.
My hair needs to be more blue.
My bird needs its wings clipped.
I have an art show on Saturday.
My coteacher/workplace accommodation is having back surgery soon.
There are 2 pumpkin pies cooling in the kitchen that Spouse made when everyone else was asleep.
I am on 300 mg lamotrigine
Quaker, teacher, parent,