'There are times I prefer the cold, when gloomy days feel right. All I want to do is sit in my window seat with my fuzzy afghan, a good book, and a cup of hot cocoa. To be quiet. To think and remember, alone. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, it can be therapeutic. It was my therapy for grief.'
'There are times I prefer the cold, when gloomy days feel right. All I want to do is sit in my window seat with my fuzzy afghan, a good book, and a cup of hot cocoa. To be quiet. To think and remember, alone. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, it can be therapeutic. It was my therapy for grief.'
No truer words have been written ...
Thank you, Linda! It sounds like you've experienced the therapeutic value of quiet days alone. There's nothing like it!
Hey, Stephanie, I'm also in Central FL!
Hi, Heidy! We definitely need to get a CFL Redbud group together! Send me a DM on Facebook!
I am currently on a FB fast, but as soon as it's done, I'll message you. 🤍