so that post about every little thing mattering….. ugh. foot in mouth.
I’m walking the up and down the stairwell in my apartment complex because I can’t bring myself to go to the gym. I am weak and tired; and my current issue is my shame for being weak and tired.
I couldn’t even get into gym clothes without just bawling. so Brian told me to walk around the complex in whatever I am in (work clothes). better than not moving at all, right?
I can’t bring myself to go out of the stairwell and into the hallway. what if there’s a person? I can’t be around people right now.
so I’m hiding in the stairwell. but I’m walking. up, up, down, down. up, up, down, down.
better than nothing, right? every little bit matters?