I can attest to the fact that some days you are the king, and some days you’re the guy mucking stalls in the castle barn. No matter how much caffeine I ingest, how many slow calming breaths I take, how subtly I squeeze my super hero stress toy under my desk while I smile and speak sweetly into the phone during a call I do not have time for, and from someone intent on detailing an inane problem that could have simply been communicated in an email I could read at an alternate time, I CRACK. That polished surface the world is generally treated to slips and smashes and my mouth yields a diatribe my children have chalked up to my shocking lack of filter. I am human. A deeply, deeply flawed human. It is that very quality I often think others see and feel connected to. Who feels bad about their own attack of the crazies when I so publicly and spectacularly unleash mine? We all have those days. Hell, I’ve had weeks like that. Hopefully those nearest my breakdowns, and less than grace filled moments will affectionately usher me off stage and make apologies for my lapse in patience, self control, and good humor. You know I’ll do the same for you. I’ll always have your back, and should you ever need bail, a fast getaway car, and someone who probably knows how to hide a body I’m your girl.
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