I'm just breathing this evening. Or...I would be if my asthma/vocal cord dysfunction (pick a condition, any condition...) wasn't screwing with me this afternoon.
I'm just breathing because I'm done with my job. There's no worry that I'm missing an email and there's no worry about what to expect tomorrow morning (I know what to expect - a Tae Kwan Do exercise class, then a massive closet clean-out.)
I'm so glad to have experienced these last two years because I really have grown up and proven what I can do. I've also made wonderful friends and gained 20 pounds.
Ok. So those 20 added pounds are not necessarily a good thing but 10 of them arguably are. Does that mean I've gained 10 pounds if you count what I should have weighed when I started this job? Hmmm. Discuss and offer your insights on that one, please.
I'm already running through my list of chores I "should" tackle at home over the next few days but I plan to resist the urge to start tonight because tonight is made for sparkling white (a.k.a. American "champagne") and Mangia's stuffed spinach pizza.