At least it’s over

The problem is, I had to talk about what’s happening with me. Like a LOT. And then form potential action plans based on said mental status. It threw me into a tailspin. I was fine this morning, feeling pretty good though a little anxious, and then BAM. We have to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Not just acknowledge, but discuss ad nauseum and then decide on a detailed care plan and design every tree in its enclosure at the local zoo. There’s no coming back from that, not right now. And now I have to go in and do it all over again tomorrow morning. I mean….that’s a giant pile of no thank you from me. AND? My trusty notebook of wisdom is back at the office. Sweet heavenly baby Jesus. How in the name of Christ on all his crosses am I going to get through all of this????? Can someone just tell me that it’s all going to be OK? And make me believe it?

This is where I think back to the 30 Rock line, when Liz Lemon says, “That’s later! Maybe we’ll be dead by then!” And Pete says, “Mmmm, that’d be great.”

Or maybe it will go well and tomorrow will be a load lifted from my shoulders and I’ll leave the meeting feeling buoyant. That could happen. Right? RIGHT??

This is starting to trend dangerously close into unhinged territory, I’m going to bed.