Trying to save my rage for tomorrow
“I don’t want to have to set you free
Don’t make me.”— Blake Shelton, “Don’t Make Me”
Hanging out with my second family in Orlando. Loving it.
Didn’t officially take tomorrow off. I will probably be working from the pool at the timeshare.
It kills me that everything’s a crisis and the world doesn’t stop for me to take a day off.
Maybe I will ease up tomorrow. What’s a day, right? The world won’t stop turning. No matter how much people tell me it will and no matter how much I hear the equivalent of “You’ll never work in this town again” because I am not through my massive to-do list enough to do more.
I swear if the right guy asks me to marry him and quit my job, I’m not saying no.
God I hope that guy exists. And that I meet him tomorrow. At the timeshare pool, preferably. I could get used to this life.