I took a lunch break and read a book. I haven't taken a real lunch break in years. I haven't read a book "for fun" during a lunch break in years and years. It helped me breathe through the afternoon. It kept me out of a bathroom stall in tears. "I'll figure it out," I vowed. I'll figure out how to take off these glasses. I'll figure out how to find my own. Again, perhaps. Still, the afternoon hours were all wrong, wrong, wrong.
Early evening, I asked her what day it was. I meant which day of the week. "Wednesday, July 11th," she responded. Wednesday. I was unexpectedly right on that. July 11th, I was unexpectedly wrong about that. All day I thought it was the 10th.
July 11th.
No wonder my heart is heavy. Of course I felt as though it was somewhere else. That I was operating without it, my compass, my glasses.
It was with someone else who needs it more than I today. It knew better than I. And off it went. Thank goodness, off it went.
Sometimes I have an off day, which turns into an off week. And it makes me feel terrible at the time. But you're right - take a deep breath and plow forward. Because tomorrow is a new day. And the day after that and the one after that too
ReplyDeleteThank goodness for new days that keep coming! Thank you for the reminder - it was much needed last week! xo
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