My Day at Work

I can’t really talk about it, legally speaking. And emotionally too — if I think about it too much, I may fall apart as I type this.

Often, when I say goodbye to my family at the airport to come back to Minnesota, I am able to fall asleep right afterward on the airplane. No matter how sad I am when I fall asleep, I wake up feeling much better. I don’t know if its the sleep or a psychological trick that gets my mind thinking its a new day (unless I’m super tired, I almost always wake up happy).

I am really hoping that I can go to bed now and wake up emotionally and mentally distanced from the past nine hours. Tomorrow really needs to feel like a new day.