John, bless him, knows how to make me feel better. Pistachio ice cream. It’s just a little pint, and I will only have a few spoonfuls because the sugar will do unfortunate things to my gut.
But it is delicious.
I am so thankful for John. He knows me so well and knows when I need a pick-me-up. He always delivers what I need (or want) at the time.
I haven’t had a good week, but I’m making it through. I’m learning to give myself grace when I need it. I have to remind myself that I’m not lazy (which I tell myself every day…). I have SO much I want to do, but the strength to do it right now seems overwhelming. Still, I will forge ahead and make things happen. I can’t let this disease keep me from what I want to do. I cannot let it define me.
