I am being very looked after today – various people are being protective of my time and my space, and making sure I know about possible heffalump traps that might otherwise catch me out.
This is very lovely, and I am enjoying it.
I mean, I am enjoying it, but it is also somewhat odd. What I am beong warned about and protected from is all stuff that I can probably cope with well enough. It’s nice not to have to, but none of it is life-threatening.
So, while enjoying the care, and being very grateful for it, I am also just a little baffled. Am I projecting intense vulnerability? Am I looking especially fragile? Am I needing particular care at the moment.
I hope none of this is true.
I wonder why I hope none of this is true?
I am very grateful for the love and the support that I am being offered – and I am making full acceptance of it.
I may be bewildered – but I’m not daft!