Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself. Walter Anderson
Saw this quote yesterday and meant to post it.
3 am. Can’t sleep. Woke up with an awful sore throat, chills and aches. WTF. I just want to get through the damn week. I know all the emotional turmoil of last week prob weakened my immune system. My neurotic no touching knobs, and public surfaces apparently failed.
Fuck. Now I’m tired and mad. Absolutely have no time for this.
Trying to get some rest and convince my mind to sleep and stop worrying. Ugh