They came for tea and a meal of chicken with sides. They came to see the frogs, fish, snails and the cat. We had the best time, we really did.
I need to let myself be ok with the good time. Don’t think of what I could have done differently or let my brain beat me down for perceived mistakes.
I hate it. I hate when my head assaults me with every mistake I’ve made. It’s mean. The words I use against myself are mean!
Tonight I completely reject the words, the way my mind has to fall into torturing me. No!
I had a wonderful time with good friends, period! And I’m happy. Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s left over cake to be eaten and fresh flowers to enjoy.