Mopey Pickle

So, today I got into a brief funk. Work-related, and minor, as these things go - but since I lack perspective, I dug in, got weepy and wallowed in self-pity for a good half morning.

And then, I started reaching out to the people who I knew I could count on to offer counsel, sympathy and jokes. And because I am luckier than I can possibly express, the people I reached out to, reached back.

What I am learning, what I continue to realize every day is that people are basically kind and good. And that I'm not going to be perfect, and that's OK.

I sound like Stuart Smalley. And that's OK.