Today I was going to write the story of how Brock and I came to be cat owners.
I don’t know if it’s the weather, or a bad dream I had, or my dog waking me up this morning when I just wanted to sleep a little longer, but I have been in a horrible, hateful mood all day.
My dog has been pacing the house, whining with anxiety. I know it’s because he wants to go for a run. He doesn’t understand that I don’t want to take him. I should be the bigger person and just do it.
Once again, I went to delete this post. I fight with myself to be true to how I’m feeling, and risk having other people think that there is something wrong with me, or to write something up beat and cheerful, just because.
I’m just going to leave it at this today, and start looking up. I have a job interview on Thursday. Thomas and Heather are going to be here tomorrow with their beautiful baby. And things aren’t so bad. Sometimes I’m just silly.