My heart actually, physically feels fuller when I talk to my brothers. I just Skyped with Gregory, Elissa and Kamryn and my night is now made.
What a long night it’s been. I think I spent three hours writing and editing an article for work. I felt a lot of pressure on this one and was basically scared to take a step forward. It’s due tomorrow by end of business and I’d say it’s 90% finished. I just have to go back and read it with a fresh set of eyes.
I’ve felt really rushed these past few days and, truth be told, I ought to be doing anything but writing in here. But it’s cathartic, so it’s how I’m choosing to waste my time.
I should actually be packing for a trip that I’m very anxious about. We’re going to see my parents, which means an eight-hour car ride. I hate car rides. And we’re bringing the dog whose longest ride in the car was just over five hours. He hated it. And when we get there, we’re going to have to board Murphy because we forgot about my parents’ cat. Murphy wants to eat cats. And then I’m going to have to deal with nasty glances and rude comments from my mother about my obesity and greasy hair. And I’m going to hear how lucky I am to have Allan and that I need to do something about my appearance to keep him.
But the bright spots are that I get to see my father who never says anything about my appearance and tells me how lucky Allan is to have me. And I’m going to go to New York City with Allan – his very first trip into that crazy city.
But, yeah, I’m not nearly packed enough to go. And I’m not in the right mental state to go, but go we will.