Caterwauling

I remember this day last year. Funny how we remember the unimportant ones.

This one, however, will be worth remembering.

I got to attend an incredible conference. I worked through most of it but damn, it was fascinating when I did listen.

I got to hear directly from experts at two major hospitals about the coronavirus. Smart people. I got some new Twitter accounts to follow out of it. And my Facebook readers got the TL;DR of it all.

Without the past couple years of total bullshit, I would never have gotten, and taken, this opportunity.

Now, if I can keep everyone 12 feet from me for a good long while, I will continue being the lucky girl I always was, and was always meant to be.

If only you knew how hard it is to bite my tongue and not wipe the floor with those who so richly deserve it, you’d nominate me for a Noble Prize.

I don’t even mean to keep a cauldron of insults boiling on the back burner. It’s kind of like the protection I strap to my thigh when I go out. Only more lethal.

I’m too sweet and nice to use most of them. Everyone will tell you that. Anyone who says otherwise is delusional.

I’m proud of myself that no matter what, I can keep moving the pot out of reach. Where’s the victory in playing with unworthy opponents?

The real prize is inner peace. And mine is worth fighting for.