You Wouldn't Know a Good Thing


Today was great. I stayed up until three o'clock in the morning reading a book and crying and talking online. I fell asleep between a pile of tissues and a pile of blankets. I woke up with swollen eyelids and still looked amazing. I lost two pounds by eating a pint of chocolate chocolate chip ice cream.

When I got to work, I printed off return address labels for my boss and then told her, "I'm going to work on the Women's Ministries bulletin board today." So I did. I spent the whole day picking out fonts and cutting out paper and arranging cute little graphics. I dedicated eight hours to a rather worthless project, and it felt great. My desk is littered with scraps of paper and scotch tape and colored staples. It looks like an elementary school craft project made love to a scrapbooking party in my office, and I couldn't be happier about it.

But when everyone is asleep and the house is quiet, I will pull out my book and my journal. I will read, I will cry, and I will choke out the lyrics to this song as I make a cocoon for myself with my bedding. And I will look and feel just as fierce tomorrow as I did today.