My morning wasn't so bad. I even managed to raise a chukle. My afternnon slowly went downhill. A combination of missing Darcy like HELL and having to contend with other peoples bad moods and ill behaviour just pushed me from one side to the other. Ach, I am responsible for how I let others make me feel, I know.
So then I thought, I need to refocus - get centred. My children do that. Their pressence is the best kick in the butt centering I can have. But they were still at school and it would still be a couple of hours before they got back.
So I wrote my Boy that I was feeling off and yuck and just the left side of needy.
Then my phone rang. And Darcys voice - and simply knowing he was 'there' - even though he is miles away right now - brought me back to realise exactly where my place was and gave me the impetus and strength to center.
Yay and way cool.[:)]