I feel much better. Much better indeed. Speaking with my mom the other day was good. Compassion is so healing for me. And empathy. Some people do well with tough love, but not me, my friends. I like to be babied like the suckling I am. It hasn't even been sunny and I'm still super stoked on my new found hope. My foot has healed to the point that I can take a walk, and so I did. I have communicated directly with a friend, in a boundary setting kind of way. And I've been taking care of business. What's more, I have plans to go home for the 4th. Who was that heavy laden woman? Woebegone and utterly confused in her own mind. May she rest peacefully, she has done quite enough here.