Yesterday, the day before, and the day before that...three strange days.
Last night, after three days of twelve and thirteen hour work days, I went to a work social event. Usually I would never have gone (or if I had gone, I would have stayed for a short time only).
Last night I stayed until the end of the event (which was only 10.00pm). But I chatted with everyone who came my way, enjoyed everyone's company, was interested in what everyone had to say.
There's a big streak in me that is thinking 'well stuff you. I'm gonna live my own life and do what the heck I want to do'.
If you knew me, that's a weird thing for me to think/say indeed. I always think of everyone else before myself - including my H. And I would always worry about coming across wrong, in some way or another. But part of me had a really good time last night.
