I am so scared. Gene had a moderately icky day at work today that was much like my moderately icky day Monday (those of you in the know will know what I mean). Part of me believes it will all work out (it always, always does) but the rest is still very scared. One of the talking points from my Monday just cannot, cannot, cannot happen.
I’ve always been incredibly lucky/fortunate and have always guided myself with my #1 Principle for Living, which is “I always get what I want.” Well, what if it is finally coming around to bite me in the ass? what then???
Talked to my best friend this evening, and she was very supportive. I love talking to supportive friends.