By the time Thursday dawns (and this is true most weeks) I’m so exhausted I often want to cry.  Not for any particular reason but because my body is so full of so many emotions, the only logical way to feel any release is to cry.

I don’t know who said it, but Elizabeth Gilbert is where I heard it ~ “Salt water is the cure for almost anything: the sea, sweat & tears.”

I’ve been making my way through the ‘Modern Love’ episodes on Amazon Prime.  Yesterday I watched Anne Hathaway’s modern love story involving bi-polar disorder and the power of friendship.  I do not have bi-polar, but I could relate, down to the very essense of my being, with so many moments in that episode.  It made me long to get back to my therapist, long to have more yoga classes to go to, long for a loooong sleep.  Even though I will never wake up refreshed.

I’m so tired today.  But I do the things anyway.  I do the work, I ride the bike, I take the shower.  Tonight I have a dinner that I’m looking forward to and tomorrow I have medicine. And then the weekend and John, and coffee dates and movies and walks with Lucy and no work for me or for hubs.  Just … almost … within sight.  But …

Thursdays are rough, man.

xox, g