It’s a little like “fake it ‘til you make it” but with more unjustifiable hope and less determination. At least, that’s true for me in this moment.
Feeling pretty miserable about the state of my body as I deal with the surgical aftermath of rectal cancer.
Probably more surgery in my future, but for this minute I’d like to just feel ok and have and espresso and a danish at my local.
Or maybe pretending is more like a prayer to yourself when you no longer have someone to pray to.