I'm just praying for something good to happen. A break perhaps. There are too many balls flying in the air at the same time and at least one of them has to fall in the right place soon.
|Me. Right now.|
I really wish I could throw all of the balls in the closet, lock it up and throw away the key. Denial is good for the soul.
(No it's not)
But in all seriousness I know I'm being tested, I know everyone is watching as to how I'm going to react (yes, this is cryptic) but there's nothing I can do but be strong and pray for one of those GD balls to drop in the right place.
At work I preach "managing expectations" and maybe (just maybe) I just need to manage my own expectations.
At least I'm self aware.
At least the sun is shining.
At least it the friggin' weekend (and baby I'm about to have me some fun).
Happy Friday, kids!