Good grief, until 3 days ago I did not know I even owned a groin. Getting out of bed this morning and down the stairs was all about the groin area......holy cow. This morning I will take an Aleve, I don't know why it has not dawned on me until now to take something for the discomfort. My addict brain is slipping.
I have a fried chicken liver addiction and succumbed to it last night.....so...so what?
You know those silent monk places you see in the movies? That sounds like good living to me this morning. I want some peace and quiet. Not vacation type peace and quiet but the stillness of heart kind. I want that umbilical chord to God kind of inner peace. I'm just too busy dog paddling these days to sit still with God and let it happen.
OK, another day of limping down the halls at work where people are probably thinking "that lady is walking like she has a hemorrhoid."