Hard work

When you have worked a hard day at work only to come home and work some more. Yeah I am exhausted a whole two hours before bedtime.

Sore and just plain exhausted. Even though I went slow today, so not to hurt myself I still worked hard. My yawns and stiffness prove it.

And as I unravel my wet hair from the towel, I am just in acceptance of the wild hair in the morning.  Just so I can relax in a wonder of sleep.

Saying my short thankfulness I find myself just closing my eyes to hold onto a moment for me. As though the day is still pushing me to achieve more.

Though I know I am still healing. And as much as I rejoice in the good news given I still have a long way to go to be well.

So I exhale deeply and just sit here. Embracing the slow process of finding a place where I will finally be capable of my hikes and walks once more.

This is the tiny goals I have. And as the yawns increase I just tell myself fall asleep. Begin the healing once mote.

Breathe. Be grateful. Just feel the freeing.

Yes I am doing that. Good night.