All is well

Here is what I would have written about what happened... If I could write. I seriously shouldn't even be typing this. The gravity on my palms and the movement of my hands on the keyboard makes my open wounds hurt under the bandages. And I value my hands. They do good work. I'm off work the rest of the week - which is tough because I love my day job and there's tons to do this time of year. And it's not like I can get Christmas shopping done or have lunch with friends at cool restaurants. Like, literally, my hands have to heal. Driving is excruciating and so is opening and closing doors. Let's not get started on figuring out how to use the toilet with two bandaged hands. It's frustrating to not cook for my family or do the laundry. I'm gonna be fine. I know this. But only if I take care of myself. 

Listen to "All Is Well" on Spreaker.

​It's interesting how open my heart and throat are in this recording. Whatever it is I have to say is being Forced "up" from the typical introversion of journal writing or typing. It's just an observation.  

​All is well. May it be so. ​