Checking in.
Busy fucking day. So many appointments. It was almost nonstop driving. Yet there was something really great about it. Purpose. I liked it. I handled it and none of it was hard.
Showing up felt good. Like breathing.
Most of the day was spent with my middlest and it felt really great to have so much time with him. I felt like I really got to see him today and he got to be seen.
Also another nondisordered day. That feels so good, I can’t even begin to describe the lightness. Which is good because my eyes are heavy and I gotta pass out. But real quick let me say…nothing feels better than having a healthy relationship with myself.
One day at a time. One moment at a time. Present. Practice. Repeat.