The past two days haven't been great.
All I really wanted was for someone to give me a hug.
Which believe me, feels as sad as it looks when I type it.
But I guess it's true about the human touch.
In fact, the middle of this week was so darn gloomy that
I didn't so much care to right the wrongs,
as I was just craving a hug.
I wanted someone to embrace me so that I could feel a little nurtured.
A little comforted.
The one thing that reinvigorated me as I trudged out of work today,
was one of my workout classes.
I didn't want to go, but after gentle coaxing from a friend back east,
I reserved my spot and went.
It was hard, but it felt really good to sweat out all the bad feelings from the past couple days.
And as I pulled my knees to my chest for a final stretch at the completion of class,
I realized, I was being nurtured.
In the most literal sense, I ended up hugging myself.