OMG THIS DAY.
How do I put this delicately.
I wrote things that I don’t know if I 100% felt.
About people who, for all intents and purposes, tried. Even if things got lost in translation.
I rushed my efforts because, wanting it right and wanting it Wednesday still don’t exist on my plane of existence.
And boy do I regret it.
So do a lot of people.
I’m trying to fix the mistakes. Well, at least fix the ones I hadn’t made yet.
There’s this wave of panic that washes over you when you have control of the pen and the publish button. I handle it better than most. That’s because I have faith in my judgment. In my accuracy. In my heart being in the right place at all times.
But today, my heart is in my throat.