Warrior Queens, I like it.
I guess maybe my brain is recharging. It's like I don't have a thought in my head aside from getting through every day. It's not an arduous thing at all, it's just like... being on a journey. Through Nebraska. I know I'm getting somewhere, but there are no landmarks to measure my progress.
I always knew there was no life for me to recover, bemoaned it actually. I think I have it in me somewhere to instead find some wonder in the life I can construct. The term "baby steps" always turned me off when I was younger. I'm now at the age of the woman who used to make me cringe with the expression and I'm finding that makes sense. For me. Right now.
Eldest recently posted that being a grown-up is hard but she has learned that she can figure things out. I still have to remind myself of this, but really I'm at the point where I can start imagining how things can be. And making them happen.
Who says I can't retire to a tiny house on the water? All I need is a friend with the right back yard.
Physically: Headache is gone!
(I keep having to double-check myself now. 38? yep, 38)