~image from www.galadarling.com ~
In the midst of what has been quite an extensive block of the writer as well as the artist, I am still on a journey of Self Love, positivity, and accepting all that I have been dealt in this little life o'mine. So far, I have highlighted two therapist's lives today by, none other than, vomiting in a trash can in their office; only to hear them cringe with every violent vomit-y noise that expelled from my mouth. Not only have I made my therapist cry, now I have forced two of them to watch me do the pukey dance. Now their lives are complete. As I say goodbye to one therapist and welcome another, they had to endure an unwelcoming session of the vomit-y variety that I am sure won't soon be forgotten. Good times.
Meowlissa card #62 ~I'm sorry you had to witness me dry heave and vomit for ten minutes.
Now I have to write a love letter. To myself. True. Story. Sounds arrogant doesn't it? Hopefully I'll have more to share later. Until then , have a cookie on me. Or for me. Be sure to enjoy your Monday even if you puke in someone else's trash.