Yesterday I forced myself to drive to town and be a somewhat normal (ha!) human being. I am still recovering mentally from the sudden, extreme mast attack which came out of nowhere the other day and I didn’t really want to go, and didn’t really need to go, but I went anyway.

Because if I don’t make myself do things, I’ll just hide at home where I’m “safe”. Or rather where I can die alone without a gawking crowd gathering to point and stare while filming my last moments for their TikTok. 🙄

And I’m so glad I did! I hit the local nursery and bought a bunch of beauties for my empty flower pots…

I stopped by the river and did a bit of reflecting on how wonderful nature is…

Along the trail I found a post-it note that told me I’m loved, which was awfully kind considering whoever wrote it doesn’t even know me.

Like at all. 😄

It reminded me of the painted rocks I found a few years ago with uplifting messages on them along a hiking trail up by the reservoir…

It actually worked; it did make me smile!

Just knowing that there are people out there who do these little random acts of kindness helps restore my faith in humanity and I’m glad I made myself go. ❤