THE GRACE OF GRATITUDE
I went to bed last night feeling yucky. I know that’s not a real feeling, but it best describes the mix of emotions that were bubbling up inside of me.
I went to bed last night feeling yucky. I know that’s not a real feeling, but it best describes the mix of emotions that were bubbling up inside of me.
I took a fast from Facebook because I was getting bogged down in emails, appointments, blogs to be written, etc., etc. In other words, I was getting crushed under the
“Count back from one hundred,” the anesthesiologist prompted me with the standard cue that ushers surgery patients into a safe oblivion. In those split seconds before everything went blank I remember
I went to bed last night feeling yucky. I know that’s not a real feeling, but it best describes the mix of emotions that were bubbling up inside of me.