Comforting Myself

I have had an extraordinarily difficult week. Professionally I got into something just short of a shouting match with my boss. In my charitable efforts I am faced with a very difficult decision. I have had way too many dates, been up too late, haven't worked out enough, haven't slept well enough. I'm exhausted - both mentally and physically.

All I wanted to do last night was curl up with someone on the couch and watch tv. I wanted to be held, have my hair stroked, cry into someone's chest and be told that it was all going to be OK. I could have called either A or Michael (the actuary not the short one with whom I cancelled the date) and had them over to fill that role.

But something hit me. At some point I am going to have to learn to comfort myself; to hug myself; to tell myself that everything is going to be all right. So I went home, worked out, started some laundry and plopped on the couch to watch tv and relax. And you know what? Everything was all right. I had a very relaxing night and slept like a baby.

Take care, dear readers. I'll be comforting myself.