Mental Day

Today I didn't go to work. I had a bit of a rough night. Not sleeping and getting down on myself about a million things. I do that sometimes. I woke up this morning exhausted and knew I needed a day to sit and stay quiet. The quieter I got the more I couldn't quiet my mind. All I could hear was grandma Betty's voice, over and over saying, in her thick scottish accent 'Why do you care what they think. It's not important.' Then laughing her loving, the world is ok laugh. It didn't matter how bad things were, she always had that laugh.

I wish I could laugh right now. I also wish I could give that old broad a hug. I crave the smell of chantilly and cookies. I miss her! If I got into a funk she could always pull me out.