I woke up with a migraine that felt like an explosion behind my right eye. The piercing, throbbing pain made it difficult to talk, move or even think.
I was miserable, but determined to find #OneGoodThing anyway. So I counted the good things in my day: a quiet, dark room; the soft ice pack against my head; the hot water bottle on my feet; Mama with a glass of cold ginger ale and toast. I was grateful for all of these.
Even bothering to try to find #OneGoodThing on such a lost day as yesterday has to be yesterday’s #OneGoodThing. It seems the whole point of writing my blog is working for me. Even on shitty days, I’m now actively looking for the good.
Day 333 of 366.