For a first post, I wanted this to be welcoming and happy and sweet and warm.
But it’s a bad time to be writing about first posts today, because today just isn’t my day and I need to tell the world about it, tell anyone, breathe it into the words I’m typing now.
TODAY IS NOT MY DAY. I sincerely hope somebody is having a good day because that at least will make me feel a little better. At least someone’s having a good time.
Last night, I slept with the expectation that things are going to be splendid today. But unfortunately, what we dream about and what actually happens are two entirely different things, which means my day turned out the opposite of what I thought it would be.
Have you ever had anything all laid out, mapped out perfectly and then all of a sudden goes out of control?
***sigh***
I need to sleep. 14 hours of work just isn’t the right way to live.
I want to come out in the surface and just breathe because now, when I lay it all out on the table, I’m going to be swamped so much I would have to cancel all my leaves till June including my birthday leave if need be.
But darned it. I wanted to this. Maybe I’m a classic example of being careful of what we’re wishing for because we just might get it. Boy, did I get it.
It’s a great thing I have him. Or else I would be flailing in the ocean of workload and not have time to smile, or breathe. I would probably just sink to the bottom and stay there and cry.
But I have him. And I’m gonna see him later. And he will kiss all this away. And I’m going to be so happy I wouldn’t remember that I feel like hell today.
So hmmm. There is a God, after all. Ha!