Letting go of anger, resentment.

Doens’t serve me.

My revenge is just that, moving on, and past.  Emphatically fixating on my happiness and health and life with the kids, the Nurse, family.

Tempted to break this fast but not letting myself.  Rather, pushing myself further into it, mentally.  Sipping sparkling water, and may do one more coffee after.  More than discipline, this is enjoyment in a new act, a new character and way for me.

TWENTY.MORE.PUSHUPS.

Done… messaging the Nurse, one of her friends commenting on us, saying she loves our “love story”.  Warms my heart and has me even sharper and more focused in this new rile I’m in this morning.

10:57.  Shit, where did the morning go.  Emma finishing a late breakfast, the last of the egg bites the Nurse bought for us.

I know where I’m going, FINALLY.  This is absolutely IT.

Another coffee, I text the Nurse humorously.  She’s probably rolling her eyes, thinking I don’t need any more and she’s right, but it sounds good right now. 

Protecting this attitude and energy I’m so very much enjoying this somewhat cloudy morning.