So…in response to yesterday’s rant, which I wrote on Friday night, let it marinate a bit, and, then, hit the publish button. You know…you just know Guilt is going rear up, stand up, front and center, hands on hips, and say, “I told you so!” Isn’t that always the way things go. One gets all twisted and angry, spews all over the world, then, sits back in righteous pride, gloats, looks wonderful, then, BAM, deflated like balloon and feels very small for ranting.
I have a new bauble, a lovely sterling silver ring. See, fits like a glove.
It’s shiny. It’s pretty. It’s me. Bold, but, not an in your face kind of bold. This is a gift for being such a great nurse-maid to my healing, post-op relative. Did she just pay it forward? Yeah, I guess she did.
Now, I feel like such a sh** for ranting. Oh well, life goes on, pack up the guilt and carry on. Look, shiny, new silver ring.
Now, get back to work. Enjoy your day. Stay safe. Stay loved.