And one of those days is today. Between the mad preparing of legal demands, and speaking with clients on the phone, and pleading with providers to please please please send the records that I have requested 3 times, I blog.
It's a stressful week. Much to be done. But as a kind lady assured me this morning, it's stressful, but I am being proactive and can handle it. Which I know. I've just had a few tearful moments. I was going to say solitary moments. But that's not quite it. I hold it together quite well when it's just me, myself, and I. It's when people make me actually talk about it that I get weepy. Which I hate. I hate being a needy person. I'm not always, but have been.
There are things that help though. Like being told that I would make a marvelous trophy wife, not that I would want that, or want a man who wants only that, but that I could. Which is nice to hear, even when I don't exactly believe it, but need reminders that someone might someday find me attractive enough inside and out to actually do something about it. Someone with whom I might be able to reciprocate the feeling. I have a theory that it takes that kind of someone to actually understand and love me for me and not for who they think I am. Which seems to be the case more often than not.
My eyes are tired, but I'm being productive here at work. I went to bed and actually slept at a decent hour last night, after having worked until around 8:30pm. And woke promptly at 4am. And am exhausted. But it's a new day and I'm taking care of business and working over time. Yet again. So watch out.