Bad days.

 

Good days wouldn’t be good days without the bad days. I recognize that much, & I also understand that a bad day doesn’t mean I have a bad life – but sometimes it can feel that way. 

Today has been tough. And rough. And nerve wracking. And scary. All of that rolled into a single emotion, which I’m not sure how to describe other than unfamiliar. I am smart enough and sane enough to know that it all passes & that I’m probably more worried than I should be, but change can be a good thing or a bad thing. Especially bad when it’s unwarranted change. 

So for now, as I sit at Barnes and Noble staring at my laptop screen – I’ll remind myself that tmr I’ll be okay. It’s not what I’m looking at, it’s what I see. ❤️ 

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