I woke up decidedly positive. Must be positive. Will be positive. Positively positive. At work by 6:30 a.m. after being on vacation for a week. Quickly realized I would be positively buried in paperwork. But it would be okay. Attacked the stacks one task at a time. What other way was there?
Greeted my colleagues with a smile. Right, a half-smile, but I attempted it...let's have a little credit, please. Showed off the cruise pics and the pics of the party from the weekend previous. Day ticked on, got a clinic assignment. I could handle it. Just work, and really, what else did I have to do today?
Ate lunch early so that I could be in clinic by noon. Smiled through a consult and three preop history and physicals. Out of work by 5pm, not so bad. Home to catch a healthy dinner (I'm on a mission to eat well right now), and do a little laundry. Then off to the gym for an hour of high energy cardiokickboxing.
I was doing fine. I was all right. Until I saw the full moon during my drive home. It was beaming so bright. I don't know what I was thinking, but I spoke to the moon. I asked the moon if it could see him tonight. Then I pulled up to a red light, placed my forehead on the steering wheel and started crying.
So much for keeping it together. I guess I needed to let it go. Damned moon. Damned car. Damned situation. Oh well. There is always tomorrow. I'll start again. I'll positively give it another try.
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