i prefer the high. i do love doing. i'm practicing pacing myself the hardest part of aging. when young and unlimited it feels so good to work to the point of exhaustion. complete. feels powerful, filled with power. now i feel like a deflated balloon. eh. just accept it. i want a cookie. i deserve a cookie. i used sardine oil to flavor omelet toasted bread for pb raw honey.
11 am i feel so good i got paper, tape for supplement list. i haven't felt this much energy in years. maybe at least 6 before eric died.
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