I play Wordle & I love it. I’ve ended my streak twice but my stats tracker is off kilter so I’ve started playing on the same device. This one! My phone. Okay time for my #1linerWeds.
Since I don’t play by the rules, here is the backstory. No secret I’ve been out of sorts. Chronic pain will do that to you. I searched for family health history, found that and even more than I bargained for in the process. I’m the most weepy I’ve ever been in all my born days. To cheer myself up, I have lots of tricks in my mental health arsenal. Not much is working though. I write it all out but get too afraid to share. I second guess every freaking thing. What did that mean? Mostly means nothing but I make stuff up. Of course I assume the worst, which rarely ever happens but then I’m tricked into going through the cycle again. One of these days, I will be proven right & the WORST will happen. Frankly the worst already has happened for those who read my series of unfortunate events chronicle. My rationale mind knows this is nothing that important. I want to shout from the mountaintops, “you can’t hurt me mofo’s!” but sadly they can, because I let them. Boo hoo, baby Jilly.
To cheer myself up further, I bought a gallon of ice cream. Nope! I really bought the book The Boy, the mole, the fox, and the Horse by Charlie Mackesy. I read it through quickly since it is a picture book basically but a little weighty for the littles. Or not. Proper for ages 8 to 80. Maybe we should talk about things early as prevention. And without further ado, my first one liner from the book.
“What do you think success is?” asked the boy. “To love,” said the mole.
Charlie Mackesy
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