Some times I feel so much better then I have come to expect that I think about prancing through the day. As long as I am still at home I can assume everyone will understand and not be weirded out by it… that thought leaves pretty much the moment I am locking the door and jumping into the van… even before I am out of the driveway. Good mornings really do warrant something though, don’t they? Today I went with it and got a ‘to do’ done that I had been easily putting off. The prancing and dancing came later… once I had returned home 🙂
Made it in to a drug store and took my blood pressure. Supposed to do this frequently. As usual, the first time giving in to a new practice involved in my health was weird, but I didn’t feel the brat well up this time… That is even stranger, as she always seems to pops up for this kind of thing… no matter how small. It was easier this time, easier not to get angry, not to freak on myself about giving in to the ill person label.
I felt great when I got up this morning. No headache, or the other stuff… Maybe that helps shut the brat down. Don’t think I need the brat or the label.
Felt like dancing today though. That husband of mine is GONNA take us to dancing lessons! He will learn to spin me around the ball room! And until then I will spin with my willing little partners, kids get it…they feel ever ready and thankful for the ability to prance and dance, honestly flowing through life.
Thank you Jesus for dance-y feet, lovely early mornings that are yuck free and those days with less brat and more beauty! Lord you are everything good, you are everything beautiful!
Always Lady Mac an Rothaich
TTFN
