it's late and i am beyond tired.
cory probably has the flu
which means i'm probably going to get it
and there is at least a billion feet of snow outside
and the thought of going to work tomorrow
makes me want to cry.
for some reason,
it's okay because i survived today.
new beginnings was a success
and i was surrounded by people willing to help,
and one of my young women
told her friend i was the coolest leader,
and i cried a little because i love serving
the youth with my whole heart.
i am so proud of them for being so strong.
and despite this afternoon
and my stubbornness and meltdown
and drama and ugly crying,
cory still loves me more than i deserve.
i take it back.
today wasn't about surviving,
today was about living.
and i lived the crap out of today.