I got some rest last evening…
And you would be surprised…
I went to bed so early…
It was barely dark outside…
But my body was so cranky…
And my head…it did so ache…
I needed rest in comfort and joy…
Comfort and joy…
I needed rest in comfort and joy…
The dishes were left dirty…
And the blog was left unwrit…
There was enough left undone…
To give my inner critic fits…
Bertha hit it on its nasty little head…
And I just went to bed…
Where I rested in comfort and joy…
Comfort and joy…
Where I rested in comfort and joy…
I woke up this morning…
With a smile upon my face…
I slept so well and long…
I am ready to run a race…
The dishes are almost finished…
And I think my writing’s done…
I’m so glad I rested in comfort and joy…
Comfort and joy…
I’m so glad I rested in comfort and joy…
Okay…maybe I won’t get an award for best songwriter…but…I’m very proud that I listened to my body…and gave it the rest it was screaming for…I’ve spent too many years ignoring it’s quiet voice…until it became the loud voice of illness…and besides…I woke up creative…who could ask for more…well…Bertha wants some new high-heels…she claims she scuffed one hitting the inner critic on the head…geez…
Jane
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