Losing an hour over the weekend is definitely tough on the psyche...though I know that there is no such thing as actually losing an hour, for some reason I find it difficult to bounce back. So today, I've been taking advantage of the sunshine (thank goodness for the warming temperatures) and decided to work upstairs.
I've had this cold that seems to have returned once again. I just can't seem to shake it fully, and I know it's because my month ahead is scheduled quite heavily...just the knowing that I have so much on my plate tends to cause me anxiety, which affects my sleep, and in turn affects my health. It's silly, but I've come to accept that this is how my body reacts.
Though getting to my easel with a nice cup of tea (and a few home baked cookies) seems to life my spirits and with that comes a lightening of my symptoms. Interesting how that works. So, in spite of everything, it's still a good day.
Honouring the Ancestors
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