@teresa, Volunteer Mentor, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Self care is so hard for me. Tonight I used a brand new lotion on my hands and feet, arms, neck. A different one on my face.

I located my beach themed pajama pants and found my Memphis Zoo tee shirt to match. This is a rarity for me. Since one of my children lost their way many, many years ago, I found that part of me just simply did not care about niceties such as pajamas.

It was almost as if I felt that I did not deserve such a simple gesture of self care. It speaks to me of a time when I struggled to go to sleep, knowing full well I could get a phone call in
the middle of the night.

It's easier to get in the car and drive to the police station when you are already dressed in your street clothes.

After all these years, its still not over. They say that maturing stops the year that a young person plays with addiction. If untreated, they can remain stuck in a time warp. Sixteen year olds stuck in the bodies of 40 year olds.

I cannot change anyone else. No matter how hard I try. But I have learned a few things. I like pajamas. And lotion feels good on rough skin.

Good night, my friend. Thank you so much for what you bring to this table. Always, your friend,
Mamacita