Yesterday was a long day. I did hard, grueling work for 7 hours while nursing a very intense cold. I was soaking wet, cold, sweaty, dirty and sniffly. I came home hopeful to hear about a job that I had interviewed for, twice, and really hoped I got and would be starting today. An email told me that I didn't get it. "You have great character... but you're leaving in 8 months... very sorry... best of luck". Bummer.
I didn't realize how much I had wanted this job and had anticipated getting it, until I didn't get it. Rejection. Poo. That never feels good. Plus, I need some money. And I'm sick. Yuck! And a bit bored. Being broke means less crazy, random outings with friends. Oh, ya, I guess less friends also results in that as well. I am trying to say that last night I was a little "under the weather" both emotionally and physically (Ahhhhhh CHOOO, sniffle)
But sometimes life treats you. Sometimes it looks at you, takes a little pity and says,
a fun photo from a friend to say she's thinking of me
a 2+ hour skype date that allowed laughter to make me feel less ill
a "tripod" love affair message
a facebook message from my globe-trotting father saying all is well
enough sunshine on my deck to sit, read, write, soak up the rays and listen to Citizen Cope
I am smiling today!