Today it looks like this outside my window
All I want to do is stay in my pj’s and write all morning. 1000+ words this morning all before 8:30am. I’m not reading anything I’ve written so far, just picking up where I last left off and seeing what happens next.
today I want to stay there, in that writing world.
yesterday at work I dealt with a person who was irrationally angry with me. I was taken off guard. I wanted to defend myself. I wanted to tell her I didn’t even really care what her concerns were, that this was just a job and her concerns were small and couldn’t she see that? But I said, ‘let’s go back to when you were pleased and take it from there.’ and she calmed down and thanked me in the end and told me she was excited about what came next for her. I didn’t tell her that I was not…not excited for what came next for her. Instead I said, “Great! I’m so happy for you. Sorry we got off on the wrong foot, but here we are on the right one.”
Today I just want to stay home and write because what I am excited for is what happens next for me.
