I took the day off from work. The last time I called in was 9 months ago, when the 3 day flu decided it needed to make me suffer before I traveled to the Uk. I remember being glad it happened before my trip, instead of after I got there ( like it had done the previous year). 9 months and still I feel really, really guilty.
I got home and almost passed out. My blood sugar dropped dramatically. Yea!! Hooray!! ( Suckatude) Proof I am right about needing to stop and rest. I have been working too hard. I knew it, but don’t like complaining. then there is the whole financial crap I gotta consider. Did I mention that I make peanuts? Hard earned peanuts, which I am irrationally proud of even so. I earn every penny. I like that I work hard no matter what my paygrade is, it’s a pride thing passed down from my Grandpa. “Even a ditch digger has pride. If you are a ditch digger be the best ditch digger you can be!! That’s integrity.”
I may not have a lot of things, but those are just things anyway. I have love. Love for myself, love for others, and love for life. My room is small, and in the basement, but it is all mine. It has parts of me in it, so, still good.
I think, maybe, I am changing. I am becoming more. I am getting ready for tomorrow. I have no idea what it will be, but I plan to give it all I got. So, yeah. personal day.
Deal with one moment at a time. Look at today, tomorrow will take care of itself.