A paragraph isn't the whole story. It's just what happens before what happens next....

This morning I went for an energizing run in the brisk morning air. My husband had fresh squeezed orange juice waiting for me when I returned home, which I sipped while catching up on the news and cooling down. I took a nice, long hot shower, letting the steam roll over me, clearing my head and soothing my muscles. I brushed my teeth, moisturized my skin top to bottom, and combed my hair.

Then I woke up.

I was on the couch, still in my clothes from yesterday. I was sandwiched between two cats and a seven year old child. My right arm was completely numb. My head felt like someone had slammed it in a car door. I was laying on what felt like a huge rock, but turned out to be a couple of Littlest Pet Shop toys. I carefully extracted myself from the heap of cats, toys, and child, and stumbled into the kitchen to make myself coffee.

That first paragraph is not totally a dream...my life used to resemble that at one time. The second paragraph is my life now. I love it, I hate it, I laugh, I cry.......But mostly I just try to get through to the next day without being too hard on myself or anybody else. We are all in this together, and life is just a series of paragraphs. You never know what the next one will be about.....