Not in the best shape today. So here, for your viewing pleasure, is your humble narrator in full-on lyric quoting emo pseudo-postsecret mode. You’re welcome.
Lyrics from Newton Faulkner’s lovely tune “Uncomfortably Slow”.
The small yellow teapot is brewing up some ceylon. Tea will now be my drink of choice whatever time of day. And this is how I will recover, like a true Brit. Bring on the brew!
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
May this day go down in history as the one where I found the light at the end of the tunnel.