My head is swirling with so many thoughts right now, I don't even know what to write. I just want to breathe, and settle. Not let the unsubscribes feel like flat out rejection of both me and what I create. Remember that it's been one day and I need more to change the world.
Today, as I loaded my mother into the car, and then packed the wheelchair in the trunk, the nurse said to my mother, "Wow. If there was someone to take care of me, I'd want it to be her."
I didn't know I'd done anything more than be empathetic and pull up past experience.
But now I am exhausted and laying in bed and wishing for some time to myself to rest up. I hit a wall and need to get back up to strength to take it all on again next week.