Some day I will learn

The end of the day all stressors were gone but I should have been listening to my body. 

I didn't.  So now I have to just go through the day with it. Hoping to crash at the end. 

Went to bed at 2:44 And woke in a bad situation at 7:44. So now I have done plenty of morning chores I skipped yesterday.  In doing so accomplishments were rewarded. 

Sarcasm drips. A long sigh erupts. The mind is chiding. Yet too late. This stubborn woman has pushed her energy out the door. 

Fumes is what is left to work with on a 8 hour day. So I have to laugh, cynically, while I see the bright parts of all that has happened in an hour. 

Bliss. 

Now not to snap at people.  For sure that is my main goal today. 

I don't even want to do makeup look alive much less do my hair. I see my bed and I beg to crawl back into it. Curl into a tiny ball and cry. Praying for strength. 

Yet I am seated in my chair forcing food into my system. Even though I gave myself warnings of what may not stay. Still food is food, right. Energy coming, hopes. 

So anything is possible. Just have 7 days of work to do, then a day off. Pacing myself. So well.

All today is sarcasm and silence. Maintaining my cool in flare day 2. So smile with me as I stay focused on the upside of this morning. 

I hope strength comes at multitudes and I become a superwoman. It is possible.

Smile and laugh. One day I will learn.