On going outside if I have to cry and not fucking it up!
I’ve mentioned that work has been…stressful of late and while I think I’m doing a pretty decent job of keeping myself together and mostly professional – this week has been particularly difficult.
I have burst into tears (hopefully unnoticed) no less than 6 times this week. No sobbing or actual weeping, just that moment when your eyes start to bulge and feel like they’re on fire and your throat swells and aches. The kind of tears you can stuff back into your face.
I’m trying to hold it together, but I can totally feel my breaking point approaching. Something has got to change or something has got to give.
In preparation for very weighty and frightening conversations I’m going to have in the near future, I’m reading two very important books by ladies who know how to get what they want!
