I skipped yesterday’s post due to exhaustion and and a really rough night. More on that later, once I’ve unpacked it.

Last night was rough and the most beautiful experience. The first part I can remember was every cell in my body being filled with love. It was like a bad dream and physically and mentally exhausting.

Why is love so hard for me to accept?

Sleep will help me process, I hope. More details later, too.

Lots of love (the irony),

Kate