Failed a little at work (and I say “little” because I have reasons. Bloody good ones). Failed by work.
Forgot about meeting a friend who is in town in all the madness that filled my day. And got a super cold response in reply to my profuse apology and enthusiastic “let’s do lunch tomorrow!”
Two years ago, the events of today would have been enough for me to scream bloody murder. But right now, I don’t have the bandwidth for it. I am not even half angry. At anyone. Even myself. Not even upset. Maybe being the superwoman that I feel like on most days these days, is a good thing.
Or maybe something is wrong with me.
Or maybe, just maybe, this is what they call growing up? It is not half bad I swear.