Last night: I did something really difficult that I’ve been putting off doing.
Today: my boss offered me a fairly harsh critique that left me feeling a) like weeping, and b) like I’m going to knock out a LOT of work and continue being awesome.
Tonight: our first huge snowstorm hit, and after all this wait it isn’t even a big pretty snow. It’s the stinging kind that blows right into your eyeballs and freezes on the yarn of your scarf.
Tomorrow: it’ll be a cold and sleepy battle getting out of my driveway.
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