Sometimes…
Sometimes it’s a chocolate and Netflix and biscuits and duvet or too many cigarettes sort of day. We allow ourselves the luxury of not being the positive, proactive person that we were taught was the only sort of person that was worthy of love. We allow ourselves to softly and tenderly accept the invitation to sink into our lazy, sadness and pull a warm velvet blanket of deep rest around our weary hearts. We don’t always have to be shiny and bright...