Talking to myself I think it's time for me to really settle into my life. Make all the day's end feel like I am climbing into my bed on a cold February night. Sott pillows and books and low light from lamps on nightstands. Legs wide, arms out, starfished, my whole body heavy-there is no worrying, caring, considering that I am too much, too big, or playing small. I think it's time to lay in my life like I am on a blanket on the beach, sunrise or sunset, a cup of something in my hand, everyone I love by my side. There is sand in between my toes and it's gritty against my scalp and why would I worry when I am having such a good time? I am a woman that could use a good year's rest. I am a woman who is telling myself: it will be ok! It will be ok! And I believe me. I believe there's no other way it could be.