If you’re not quite ready to rally just yet and you need to stay in your literal or metaphorical bed and mourn some more, I get it. I woke up at 5:30 this morning and cried for two hours. I’m hungover. And I’m so confused. But I’m up, now.
Do you know how I got out of bed this morning?
I am a Kansas Woman. That’s how.
XOXO, Lib 