90 days until Elder Wadley comes home.
I'm scared.
I'm thrilled.
I'm definitely counting.
I get the impression from some that counting makes me weak.
I'm tired of that impression.
I'm counting.
I don't care.
I do care.
I wish I didn't.
90 days I'm attempting sugarless.
90 days I'm working on "wellness'.
I even have a ppt.
But on day ONE - today...
I got angry.
Annoyed.
Exasperated.
A head ache.
And then I made a mistake.
I spoke.
I shared the anger.
Fail.
Fail.
Fail.
Wellness?
Bah!
At least I have some where to go...
Wellness has got to be the state of mind that doesn't prevent bad, but permits it.
I'm not there yet.
Good night.
I'm sleepy.
Pills for the head.
Sleep for the anger.
Hopefully I don't talk in my sleep.
Writing for remorse.
xo
