I was at the Chinese/Mexican take out place when Val called me. She wanted to know how I was doing. And I think I might have started crying while ordering my taco and I just kept repeating, “I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t fucking know. Oh my G-D, I’m dying.” Then she was like, okay. cool. I have to go have dinner with my parents. Just wanted to make sure you’re okay.
The moral of this story is that you should trust your instincts, let go of regret and bet on yourself.
And this will only make sense to a handful of folks. Probably shoulda just emailed it.
Happy Hump Day.