I felt a little odd and weird and "off" being so uncommunicative last night. I do believe I needed to be -- I needed that quiet time -- but I was in a mental tug-of-war between This isn't about me and Saying "This isn't about me" is kind of making it about me, isn't it? And my mind was going to difficult, maddening places that I won't recount, beyond my dream last night (only a tiny amount of which I shared). Still, I took it as easy as I could. And made sure to eat. Sometimes when stressed, I don't eat enough. I avoided that trap last night.
I'll keep taking care of myself. I hope all of you can keep doing your best at taking care of yourselves, too.
