Be Good to Yourself
Last night, I finally admitted to myself: “Girl…you iz funky!”
I’ve been wearing the same workout clothes for days, not brushing my teeth, combing my hair, etc. I was not caring because — hey — I live alone. Who’d notice? Who’d care?
Then, from the depths of my soul, cried out an inner voice: “You care!” I rushed to take a much needed shower and…