I am stable. I am better. I am M.E. I have survived the squall.
The groundhog predicted six weeks of Winter. I felt like it would be 16 but perhaps I was wrong. Forty two days till Spring.
Remembering Narnia (C.S.Lewis)where it is always Winter and never Christmas.
I’ve been accused of being too optimistic and today I am realistic. It is Winter.
I can’t change it being cold but I can bundle up.
Choosing to be where it is warm.
Surrounding myself with warm friends and laughter.
It is not a time to thrive but I can keep myself alive.