Today I bought myself a $5.99 robe and $21 worth of flowers — and somehow it felt like therapy. I rearranged them twice, took another nap without guilt, and reminded myself that loving myself is the work. I talk about leaving school, learning to surrender instead of trying to “help God out,” and realizing that some days are one-minute-at-a-time days. But even then — every day still has something good in it.