This Sort of Day
I just sent an IM to a friend that about sums up my entire day so far. It was too perfect not to share:
wow, i’m not breathing
that was an odd realization.
sitting here thinking “somethingswrongsomethingswrongsomethingswrong”
can’t figure it out…chest starts to burn.
I’m off to face my boss again this afternoon. This time, I have some back up (colleague of mine is part of this group also so I won’t be alone). I’m anxious but it might just be pre-meeting jitters. I always do this to myself, I know not why. I suppose it keeps me on my toes and aware of any dangers that I might overlook (i.e. mistakes that I might make).
Ok…one more cup of tea and 30 minutes to go. I’ll be fine as soon as I get there.