Good as Hell
Here I am, waiting for my date to arrive and I’m nervous. I mean, this was all orchestrated by me, I slid into his DM’s and invited myself on a day date...but that’s neither here nor there. I'm feeling anxious, about meeting someone I don't know but the underlying anxiety is more insidious. I don't have a full time job for the first time in 10 years. I don't have a steady income and I'm fucked up about it. Did I make a mistake? Holy shit...what have I done??????? Then this little ladybug lands on my hand and I exhale. It zipped me right back into reality. Whew, spiral averted. Reality is that I am okay, better than okay because I am free. It’s Monday...and I’m not at a job that I hate…I’m spending time doing something fun and out of the ordinary. I took the train into Haymarket and had a leisurely morning stroll through Faneuil Hall. I read the Metro and did the crossword puzzle in the shadow of the New England Aquarium. I am FREE! I feel