...that you're not supposed to cry during a guided meditation.
This is what I get for doing the yoga first and the meditation second. *sigh*
Apparently, I'm repressing more than I thought. Which is interesting because my emotional self rarely represses anything.
Anyway... happy Thursday. The painting begins today.
Oh, and Sharpie, I found my Whataburger glass last night.
Time to shower and be a responsible adult now.
Be well.