I’m just hoping this final week of 2016 will slip away quietly. I feel like I can’t take any more. No more death. No more wagging of the dog. No more people like me, complaining about how bad 2016 has been.
The anxious mind is a crappy thing. I want to think about all the good things. There’s hope and potential and tiny victories. I’ve done good. I am good.
Seeing as there’s still another day of blogging ahead of me before the new year rolls around, I’ll keep this short and sweet.
I think, for the rest of the week, I’m going to try something entirely different and expect the best. My therapist would be so proud. Looking forward to my full night of sleep ahead!