I'm writing this post to highlight the fact that even Tiggers have bad days. Mine was yesterday. There is truly no need to fill my comments with love, for those of you who care, I know, and I'm truly in your debt.
How bad a day, well as low as I've ever been low enough to write
Whilst everything I believe in and hope for, all my ideals, aims and things I feel so strongly about stands still I have to wonder are they simply things on the wings of a dying butterfly.
Sad. Makes me sad.
My point is this. It was a bad day, isolated, rare, normal and perfectly understandable. It's the ups and downs of life.
I'm not all of a sudden bipolar, or have some syndrome or lasting serious mental health issues. My heart goes out to people who do.
So I'm here 4am, coconut macaroon in hand, dusting the stars that gather on my titanium wings so they shine ever more brightly.
One bad day, forgotten.