Yesterday morning, I wasn’t capable of blogging. When I first got to work, it was a long time before I even spoke to anyone.
It would have been a good day for a mental health day. But the craziness of non-stop activity probably ended up being more therapeutic after all.
The one good thing in bad turns is that it makes you refocus. It reminds me once again of just how lucky I am to have such great friends and how grateful I am to have them in my circle and to have unfettered access to roam in theirs.
All these years later, I’m still awestruck by the connection. What did I to deserve it? It really is one of the best parts of my life.