I can feel it slowly creeping back, promising respite since it's something I've know for so long. Offering comfort, since it would be so much easier to curl into a ball and not move. But, maybe that is exactly what I need to do today. Maybe I need to just veg out and read a love story that tugs at my heart and lifts my spirts. Maybe I just need to get out of my own head and sink into someone else's life. Maybe I can just leave the laundry for another day. Maybe I can run out and do my errands before or after work tomorrow. Maybe I really don't have to go into the office today. Maybe I just need a day for me, which ends in cooking a wonderful dinner and a nice warm bubble bath with scented candles. Who cares if the floors haven't been vacuumed or the apartment hasn't been dusted this week. There is always tomorrow, but today is for me!
