I’m fighting right now a spirit of complaint. An attitude of discontent in discomfort. A desire to withdraw & detach.
I’m feeling the cold. I’m not cold; I wasn’t just lying to the girls so they would keep my blanket. In any normal circumstance I wouldn’t be feeling it; yesterday I had no problem sans jacket. But it aggravates my ovaries, & I’m fighting against the voice that says, “forget this. This isn’t important. Be unhappy.”