I love my squirrely cube and my very pink sock.
I had lots of deep stuff to say about second chances and how they’re kind of great and kind of scary and how I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be given one and how happy I am about maybe probably moving to Tennessee in pursuit of said second chance, but really, wow. I just love my sock and my cube and I think everything might work out okay in the end.
I even kind of love my work again.
And that hasn’t happened in forever. Usually I just break out in hives and go hide somewhere.