I slept too long this morning. I am running about a half hour late. I am not going to be upset about that. I will get there when I get there. And I will work as long as it takes to get my massive project done. In the middle of the day I will have a meeting with my boss to talk about my performance eval. I will not bring it back to her with red pen correcting her typos, bad grammar, and poorly constructed sentences. I will not question her ridiculous logic – like “Mary does a great job, does twice as much as her peers, always meets her deadlines, but occasionally makes minor errors.”
Here’s the wonderful truth: It is academic at this point. Praise God.
The sun is shining. The birds are singing. These are not metaphors, they are actual truth.
I feel like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz, after spinning in a dark and uncertain sky, the little house lands – she opens the door and finds a new land in technicolor.