A Bad Day Doesn’t Have to last 24 Hours

When I woke up this morning, I was not in a good frame of mind. I felt sad. I was frustrated. The weekend had been a challenging one, health wise and all plans had to be cancelled once again. I was still recovering but usually by the third day of my flare ups, I start to improve. My mindset was very negative. I wanted no contact with anyone.

By 1:00, I half heartedly decided to see what

@Dr. Heath

’s space was about today. I loved the topic of dreams so I listened in. As badly as I felt. I found myself challenging myself to speak. Don’t ask me why because I had no idea what made me request the mic. There was a time not long ago, I would NEVER have done that.

Anyway, it gave me something else to think about and as the day progressed, I did start to see some improvement as is usually the pattern. I actually did a couple errands, forced myself to eat something and when I got home, spoke in another space.

Tonight my body thinks it ran a marathon and in a way, it metaphorically did. But my mind is a little more at peace.

Thank you Dr. Heath for not even realizing that you made a difference today. And thank you all for allowing me to share this. Tomorrow will be better! 🙏

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