Having a Day
I woke up this morning feeling pretty good. Not overly good, but decent. I was in the bathroom, doing my makeup and Kacy walked in, took one look at me and asked me if I was okay. At the time I answered that I was fine, that I just hadn't woken up yet. That woman can read me way too well. The morning progressed and an all too familiar lump started to form in my throat along with the feeling of having a weight on my chest. I answered emails, made a couple of phone calls and I got into the car to accompany Kacy to a blood test her doctor ordered it hit me. "Just so you know, I'm not doing well," I told Kacy. She smiled at me and patted my leg. "I know," she responded softly. Like I said, she can read me way too well. She saw the anxiety increasing in my face before I even knew it was there. I don't know where it comes from, it just happens. Some days are good, some days are not so good. They haven't been bad in a while, but not-so-go
