The past few days have been a full cup of stressful for me.
I had been enjoying (and very aware of it) a series of peaceful weeks where nothing thrown at me could matter because I was covered in the grace of Winning and when the force of the sucky blow reached my face I was thrown about 73475203 feet away. I’m barely starting to open my eyes and discover where I landed, my hair is still dishevelled and everything looks dusty around me.
But the morning right after the first day of stressy I looked up to see this:
I swear I took the first whole breath of air in eighteen hours when I saw that because I had the certainty that it was just for me.