Mindful return to the fungie (7 minutes is my magical number)
Heater cranked up against my achy chills
Lights on against the dark
Hot water with a shot of chai (a dreamy drink, try it sometime!, not a latte) scenting the room with spicy wonderfulness.
A great talk with my sister to kick off the day.
I feel shitty, but things do not suck. So I'm up when maybe I should be down...but I kind of don't want to sleep through it!
I just sort of feel like things are brewing and things are possible, even if I don't know what. Maybe just tea with toast and cinnamon, maybe a wild rush of work that needs doing will get done. Maybe all of that wonderful soul work I've been working on will be percolating away in my periphery, about to blurp out something ah-ha-tasitc.
Even if today just brings the feelings of possibility and unsuckiness and the magic of snowfall?
Happy leap day everyone.