I've been a bit out of sorts this week. It's like my emotions have been kicked up notch to that-time-of-the-month levels (even though it's not that time of the month). As a result, I'm internalizing and taking things more personally than I normally would. It bites. And this afternoon? I've been feeling like I want to cry. I hate that. I think the uncertainty surrounding my job, my indecision about wedding plans and the daunting task of readying and selling my house has all peaked in this lumpy emotional mass of angst and confusion and self-pity.

So while I'm typing this and feeling wan and fragile, I grab a Pria Bar from my desk because I'm not only feeling weepy, but I'm hungry, too. They're tasty, but little bits o' nothin' and it only takes about three bites to polish it off. As I'm fiddling with the wrapper about to throw it away (I have this odd propensity to fold over wrappers like these a few times then tie them in a knot; odd, I know), I notice something I've never noticed before. There's an inspirational quote in red that reads:

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to your courage.

Well, there you go. How right is that?

So I'm going to be courageous and make decisions and do what's best for me and D. That's all there is to it.