I knew I would. I knew I just needed the fresh new week to hit and I'd get my mojo back, my juju, my strength and smile.
Bad Taylor is gone, Good Taylor is back. Funny how it's so simply felt.
I had a healthy breakfast, and leftover salad for lunch, and I'll hit yoga tonight during my cleaning shift, and all will be well! I feel positive and powerful and prepared to face the week. I'm filled with love for myself instead of hate, I'm sending that love out into the world, and I choose to be happy today.
Progress. It's all about progress.