I hate writing posts like this. It's the little things, y'all, that make or break a week, a day, a moment. And in the grand scheme of things? I've got my health. I've got my family. We've got our home. We are fat, fit and fabulous. What do I have to complain about, right?
Really, this is simply a case of first world problems.
Wednesday was just a rough day for me. I couldn't quite put my finger on why, but I was irritated and, I'm sure, irritating. Nothing was going right and I just couldn't pull my day together.
I think I held it together fairly well. The folks I encountered didn't say anything about the irritation that seemed to be seeping from my pours. Maybe they were too scared, I don't know. Maybe they just didn't notice; in which case, why weren't they paying more attention to me?
Then ... at the end of my day, a sweet girl said, "Why are you wearing your shoes that way?"
Good question. I righted my toes, and the world became a little bit brighter.
So, how was your week?