I spent an hour in a coffeehouse this morning. It was a kindness to a heart bruised by bad dreams and recent disappointments. I have been tasked with being nice to myself. Who knew it could be so hard?
You've taken on a task worthy of tackling every single day, until it becomes an expectation and not something to plan.
And I know what you mean about the healing powers of a coffee house. There's something about getting out, being a friend among strangers, and listening to the low hum of chatter.
You've taken on a task worthy of tackling every single day, until it becomes an expectation and not something to plan.
ReplyDeleteAnd I know what you mean about the healing powers of a coffee house. There's something about getting out, being a friend among strangers, and listening to the low hum of chatter.