I've reached a new low. I ate in my bed. Never ever do I ever eat in my bed. It's two things you just do not combine. It would be like making a salad on the bathroom counter - yuck! I didn't even eat in my bed in the hospital.
This is a rare occasion. I didn't make my bed as soon as I got out of it this morning. By the time I got to it, Georgie was snuggled under the sheets. Happy as a lark.
Changing one's perspective in life is optional. But the price we pay for being rigid is high. Go with the flow and allow yourself to break your own rules. Sometimes, for now, the old way is better. But, more often, we find new ways of doing things that perk us up a bit. All Bear and I did today was walk a different path from the house. I'm not the only one who enjoyed the change of scenery - Bear was acting like a puppy again. It's in our nature to explore. It's why we're here.
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