my name is not Liz Imbrie

By LizImbrie

light at the end...

*backblip*

Today was tough. I'm tired and that would be fine except I have no patience left.
I found myself getting stupidly wound up by things that I should be able to rise above.
Found myself, on my way home, consciously trying to identify positive aspects of the day. Attempting to salvage some good from the day. And it worked!
I was still exhausted on arriving home, but the sight of the tenement stair made me smile. I lay down for a while, built the changing table, cleared the baby room and had a great pilates session with Becca.
Day redeemed.

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