There’s enough time.

There is enough time when I don’t get frantic and spend much of it angsty and distracted by how much there is to do.  The moment that happens, the glass becomes half empty.

I might need me one of those sippy cups so that as I’m enjoying the half full glass, I don’t slosh it all over.

Significantly,

Susan Scot Fry

Update… I seemed to have sloshed a bit.  And the lesson is, if I feel weird about something, pick up the phone and call.  Do not, repeat, do not send an email.

Now, I’m eating myself alive because I feel like I’ve done something wrong.  And, if I’ve hurt someone’s feelings then I have.  Of course, it’s just my intuition telling me that I have.  Which is usually right on.

Sigh.  Tomorrow, I’ll do what I can to make it right.