October 2nd, 15:24 | feel kinda like being rescued

Well, this is bound to sound pithier and more pathetic than it's intended. I should have written it last night when I thought of it all glowing and happy.

That's not quite how I feel. I mean, yes, my legs are sore now (unlike this morning when they were still all non-sore-like, and full of yummy yoga goodness) and I'm unhappy (unhappier?) but nothing's bad. This isn't a crisis. It's just a slightly grey day amidst my myriad happy ones.

I'm tempted to say I feel broken except that that's hyperbolic and untrue. Really, I just feel, uh, inward? Reclusive? Not really. Just could use a hug, some sunshine and some quiet time curled up somewhere.

Think I'll write more later.

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