You know
that day…the one where you think about all those little things that you think
you’ll never get done, but somehow you manage far more of them than you ever
thought you would? And then you got the
date of your doctor’s appointment wrong, and your boyfriend’s Dad and his wife
came back to their house you’ve been house-sitting for them? And then you had a huge dinner for “the pizza
night crew,” and it was messy, and full of laughter, smiles, good food, good
company, and good drinks? And then you
took a walk with the one you love, and came back to find that cursor blinking
at you—urging you to write something profound?
Well, …that
was my day today. It was a great day—a busy
day, but a great day just the same. And
I’m not sure if I did all the right things, and I’m not sure if I said all the
right things, and even though everything was really good, … somehow I’m still
worried that I’ll mess all the good stuff up.
I mean, it’s bound to happen.
Right?
