Where does self-confidence come from and where can I get me some?
From the moment I pulled back the sheets this morning, I’ve been feeling unworthy. Of what I’m not sure.
I woke up with a horrible sore throat and an attractive cough, although I should allow that those are both gone now. Whining on that point needs to cease.
My hair won’t cooperate. It’s flat and mousy and in need of a trim.
I stood in front of my closet staring at the multitude of clothes and hating them all. So I chose a bulky, so-last-year sweater to wear just to spite myself. If I’m going to be in a funk, I may as well communicate it through my outfit, right?
My kid was screaming at both of us this morning, much of the vitriol punctuated with his new favorite word: NO!
My two favorite work pals are out of the office today.
And the kicker…there’s only iceberg lettuce at the salad bar.