Kelsy just said she wanted to go to bed and it made me want to cry.
In the morning, I'll go to work. And I'll be in a really good mood all day at work. I will smile and have fun and genuinely enjoy everyone and how they contribute to my day. And then I'll get excited about going home to see Kelsy.
Work will usually fly by. Then, I'll get in my car, and drive away from my office, and start to pick apart my day. The conversations I had, my coworkers perceptions of me, my actions- do these people like what I contribute to THEIR day?
And then I'll get home. I will kiss Kelsy and I will love her. And then she will want to watch tv, I will want a beer, we will pet and play with Beauford.
I will think to myself: "Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will start writing."
Then I'll go to sleep.
I will wake up, see that I have zero text messages, wonder if people think of me, get ready. Then do you know what I'll do?
I'll leave for work.
