I attribute it to one part nerves about the new chapter I begin tomorrow, 8 parts missing my daddy, 1/2 part depression, 6 parts suppression and 1/4 missing my mommy.
I’m going to be okay. I’m going to be okay. I’m going to be okay.
Her lipstick is on my cheek.
I don’t want to wipe it off.
Moments like these are priceless! I soak up so much wisdom and knowledge, the kind that only comes from experience, and I know I can be better because of it.
Thoughtful and thankful.
Unfortunately, I woke up with a pounding head. I keep thinking its Sunday. Honestly, I’m not quite looking forward to that for two reasons: 1) It’ll be Father’s Day and I’m not sure how I’ll feel 2) Mommy’s leaving.
I’m excited for Monday though! Praying off these nerves and thanking God for the opportunity.
I declare today will be a great day!
I’m about to grind. Work through this apprehension and get it. Boom.
And this man just said “Actually can you give me $1800 in hundreds and the rest in small bills?” Well, damn.