I’ve made it to Friday. I’m doing ok this week. At the beginning of the week, I told myself I wasn’t going to let myself have a bad week. Naturally, on Monday, I decided I couldn’t be happy and went down some mental pathways that are best left untraveled. Driving to work, I kept thinking…
It’s one of those days where I’m trying so hard to not get into that spiral of thought. I don’t know what set me off. Actually, I have an idea. I remembered this morning. I was juggling my plastic containers of lunch, a travel mug full of coffee, and a tiny cup of goldfish crackers.…
It’s a rainy Monday here in Rhode Island. I hate rainy days. Rainy Monday can be especially bad – it’s the start of a new week and proof positive that the weekend is well and truly over, and it’s dreary to boot. It was one of those Dickensian weekends – it was the best of…