I’m in Chicago. The flight was uneventful, which is always a good thing. A man wearing a turban sat next to me on the flight. Turns out he was a nice man but I was a little worried at first.
This weekend went by so fast. I barely accomplished any of my goals. Packing this afternoon was such a chore. I couldn’t find anything to wear that I hadn’t already worn a hundred times. My stress level rocketed and I screamed and yelled and took the Lord’s name in vain. If that wasn’t bad enough, I coupled it with some really nasty words. I also screamed and yelled at Lisa. Everything seemed like it was going wrong. I completely lost control. Now I look back with a level head and I feel bad. I stressed out. It happens.