A Fine, Gorgeous Brand New Day

“Let this day begin”, she says, still lying under the less-bright green comforter.

Outside the bedroom window, birds are chirping, announcing the new, crisp day enthusiastically.

She has a varied list of tasks to do in the next 8 hours, one of which is taking care of herself and her damaged body. Her mosaic heart still pumps through and between all the deep scars. Today it’s back to the chiropractor, after a 10-month break. How has she not messed-up the hard work done last year. Not overnight, but still …. her muscles and nervous system buggered and bruised.

Birds still chirping ….. the sound of an airplane taking off in the distance … the brown dog’s tongue licking the sheets while she cleans a paw.

It’s a new day. A pretty glorious, beautiful brand new day. ✨️ She smiles, as she moves her legs over the edge of the bed and catapults her stout frame upwards. A new day indeed. 😃😊