I have been in need of the ability to detach from my situation at work and not live so much in the middle of it. I have allowed my work to make me sick, uptight, and stressd out. And this weekend the words “hold it all loosely” came to me and I realized I was death griping it all in an attempt to not fail. But this job…this work…it is not a failure. And it’s high time I loosely my grip and let things fall into place.
Banter. Laughter. Teasing. Fun. Smiles. Hugs. I love all those things on Monday nights!
The magic of the kettlecorn shot…so delicious. So dangerous. As Denise said “It’s like drinking butter!”