this morning #1433.

this morning, i was coping by crying. all of my prior methods came up short so here i was, conducting a chaotic orchestra of wails & sniffles & heaves from the relative safety of my bedroom. me & my hysterically needed release. obviously, my sobbing couldn’t last forever. i’d have to get on with my day. for now though, i still had a couple issues to work through. repeating in my head: focus, dude. focus, dude. no more “woe is me.” defeated is not an acceptable attitude regardless of what you’re up against. it’s not a good look. that’s for some other fool. i headed into the bathroom. tried to dab my eyes dry with a towel. looked at my distressed face in the mirror. cried just a tiny bit more.