Hello wild ones! Auntie Flow has come for a visit, which explains why I woke myself up crying this afternoon. Totally not a joke. I was having a bad dream, I felt so lost and alone, that I started crying and when I woke up I was full out sobbing. It was the strangest sensation because I deeply felt the emptiness burning my chest all because of a dang dream.
Due to the fragile emotional state I found myself in I decided tonight was going to be as lazy as I could allow without feeling bad about lazing about. Currently, I’m tucked back into bed with a few good books. I may very well stay here most of the night. Maybe I’ll nap…
Until tomorrow, stay wonderfully wild!