A couple of days ago, I had a bad day. One of those days where you wake up and feel the weight of the world and all you want to do is pull the covers over your head and go back to sleep. Because sleep was relief from racing thoughts. And I did for a while. And then I had to get up, because I would’ve laid in that bed all day long. And that wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Yesterday, a day after Hawk and my 8th month anniversary, there was a package left on my doorstep. It was a purple flower box. And it made an okay…