This Is My Year
I'm good. I feel good. Edwin wrote me yesterday mentioning his injury. Torn meniscus. Not good. No hard feelings. I think he might think I don't like him and used all that as an excuse. That's not true but I don't need to tell him. What's done is done. No hard feelings. Moving on. And so will he. Work was good yesterday. I felt energized. Ann is low, feels defeated. She gets so intertwined in this Marco thing. He wasn't wrong. I get it. I do the same in meetings. Her ego got bruised. But, Ann is so emotional sometimes with these things and gets affected. I think space is probably better. I gave her space yesterday. Steven wrote me yesterday. I will write him back. He actually seems like he would be a good friend. Stable, smart, good heart, good head on his shoulders, healthy. The kind of men I want to be around. Now I focus on nursing school. Saving money. Building muscle. Adventure. Connection. The rest will follow naturally. I feel like I'm on the right track. Like the tarot reader said, this is my year.
I'm grateful for...
- Life
- My job
- My health physically, mentally, and emotionally
- Hope to find a partner
- Jenny, Andrea, Sonja, Patty
- Family
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