Report Me for Mucinex Abuse

You know when you're going on the third week with a lingering head cold, and everything just feels shitty?  That is the funk I've been in.  Plus, my job has been very demanding.  I come home, and I am a zombie.  I'm tired of feeling this way!

I took the day off today for rest and an attitude adjustment.  I remind myself of what I'm grateful for, which always helps.  I started feeling positively inspired, hallelu-yar!  Then, I remembered a poem I have written before that captures my mind space right now.  I published it on my previous blog, Pampers and Pinot.  I will re-post it today and keep resting.  Enjoy!

Great Expectations

Why do you worry
And pick at your finger.
Stop.
Put your hands down
And put them to the keyboard.

Take the load off your shoulders.
Set it down next to you.
Take a look at it,
Assess its mess
Of guilt, expectation, and shame.
Leave it there
To melt into the floor
And walk away.

You will start by walking
Then jogging
And running
With no expectation for how long,
And why can’t I go further?

This moment does not need to be
Perfect.
This moment
Exists for you.
And you can push the breath
Out of your body –
Feel your shoulders relieve
Down.

You will give to yourself
The love that is reserved for others.
Let your heart pour out.
Into your own body
And own the feeling it gives you.
Whatever it is - sadness, loss, joy, or hope -
It will run its course
Through your veins.
And you will still be the same.

A woman,
With hope for healing.