I’ve spent the last couple of weeks being examined and scrutinized and made to feel the heat of a spotlight like only an Army inspection can.
I have three weeks worth of email to read. Some of them are nasty grams. But it’s not that important. Heck, even those people are not that important.
The work that I do during the 14th and 15th hour of work will be waiting for me on the 1st hour of the work day.
I’ve been buying fast food since I get home too late to cook. Why? Because I’ve been fussing over things that just don’t matter.
The patch of tangle hair in the middle of my head and even the patch where hair used to be on my head exist because I worried so much…about stuff that’s just not that important.
This is what I’ve learned over the last few weeks.