I’m taking a quick time-out today from boldly declaring the second of my three major realizations and from brazenly setting forth into my new life as an independent, bad-ass bitch (sorry, Diane Farr).
To sum up: Today was shit. Works sucks. I’m out of wine.
I’m hyper sensitive and every-day situations are stressing me out. I am cognizant of the fact that it is not normal to get teared up over the Starbucks barista spelling my name wrong on my coffee cup (#whitegirlfirstworldproblems), or my stapler running out of staples (why does nothing ever last?!).
Before you begin shaking your head, please don’t get me wrong. The general trend is up.
I haven’t actually “ugly cried” since Friday. There have been no urges to text, call or change my mind about Mr. B. He is, and will always remain a complete and utter douchebag. Thank you Mr. B, for at least leaving no wiggle room in my mind about this fact.
What I do know, is that though the general trend is up, it’s not a perfectly smooth line.
Today caught me off guard. I came home and crawled right into my bed, forcing my dog to begrudgingly be my little spoon.
Alas, tomorrow is a new day. I will put my big-girl pants on again, avoid eye contact with the Starbucks barista and try and refrain from throwing my stapler at the wall.
Wish me luck!