I have a purple cast on. Last week I went to the orthopedic doctor and he said to wear a cast for 3 weeks to see if it helps with my ankle pain. If it does, I may be forced to wear some clunky ankle brace and weird shoes, or have my ankle fused or replaced.
My friend A came over for a day of binge watching Married at First Sight and eating junk food the other day. It was a lot of fun. Just a very chill, good day.
Today we are going to go to the Backrooms horror movie at the movie theater. I’m excited. It was my idea, of course. I’ve been getting into the backrooms kind of thing. The stories and videos are so unsettling and odd. Just uncanny. I’ve got an excellent volume of scary short stories about liminal spaces. I’ll never look at greenhouses or the garden department the same way again since reading that.
I’m excited to go out with my husband.
I’ve been leaning into radical softness lately. Not all the time. I’m not perfect at it. But I lean away from arguments and into serenity. My family has been trying to help me since I’m in a cast. I still walk around a lot, but it is awkward and uncomfortable. And slow going. They take some responsibilities off me. It’s very sweet. If I must spend some extra time sitting on the sofa, I’ll use that time wisely to read, create, and do Bible journaling.
The past 24 hours has been tremendously stressful for reasons I won’t post here. I haven’t slept much, so please forgive any typos or other errors.
Cherished Rainbow 