Where in the world do 12 whole days go? Twelve days ago takes us back to May 14th which was a Saturday. Oh yes - the Saturday I was kind to me and did things I love. The Saturday after my birthday. The Saturday that my plans got cancelled.
It was a Saturday of fresh cut flowers and a Meg's chai. It was beautiful.
Today is the eve of my staycation. When I say, "I cannot wait," I mean that with every fiber of my being.
Since the retirement of my supervisor, tasks have been added to my workload. Too many tasks...not that anyone cares. I care. I am slowly morphing into stressed-out Angie. Angie who doesn't laugh.
It's not just work. My heart is sad for sweet Aidan and his family. My heart is heavy for another friend.
And added to mix of the heaviness is this work-nonsense.
I actually said, "No," to something today. Not in a mean way but in being honest and saying said no, I choose to tell the receiver that I won't be in to work next week. Too make sure everyone knew he was on his A game, he blabbed it to the department.
And tonight as I type this...I just don't care.
My pre-made plans have all but fallen apart...and selfishly my heart is sad about this...when maybe it's for the best but right now it hurts my heart.
Goodnight, blog-stalkers.
Sincerely,
The girl with curly hair
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