September 11

Dear early mornings, you are well-received after a good night's sleep. Dear Body Pump, you kicked my butt today. I shook walking down the stairs and trembled while driving, but I do love feeling strong enough to survive push-ups and capable of lunges, quivering muscles and all. Dear therapy, you showed me how I tug-of-war myself between desiring companionship and fearing it at the same time. Maybe that's what is wearing me down these days. I'm so glad to see progress in this decision to seek help. Dear self, you were exceptionally brave tonight. You took a deep breath and decided to be a brave little champion and extend love and gratitude. It's great that you stepped out in courage with someone whose opinion means something to you. You're a spunky, sweet, BRAVE girl. Quit telling yourself otherwise.