The day after the meltdown

The day after the meltdown

I woke up and went to my second interview for that job in human resources.

The job was offered to me the very next day, and I accepted.

The day after the meltdown …

I turned 40 with the help of my best girl friends.

The guy I was dating flaked out on my birthday, but my girlfriends were there, and that is what matters.

The day after the meltdown …

It was clear to me that there can be a good morning after feeling so disastrous the previous night.

I knew my life was far from ideal, but I love it nonetheless.

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