It’s crazy that sometimes things can be going so right in your life, and out of nowhere something happens that threatens to derail all the good. I had a minor pity party. Wrote a poem.
I can’t be the only person who, in the thralls of “this sucks”, starts thinking about other things that have equally sucked. My pity party lasted for the amount of time it took me to write this– about 25 minutes. Then I took a long, hot shower, and made a decision:
I am this close to being this close to making my dreams come true. I refuse to let anything get in my way.
I got this.