I didn't say that out loud, did I?
When you say "Good Morning, how are you?" as you pass someone in the hall.
Automatically, we say, "Good and you?" right?
Not expecting an answer because, well, that's just how it it.
I don't really think we want to know anyway.
I'm not that thrilled today.
I'm not good everyday.
Every single day I struggle to make some sunshine in my life.
Every day is different.
I can wake up pissed off or thrilled.
I just thank God that what is in my head stays there.
That I don't say it out loud because I have feeling people would confirm the question in their heads.
"Oh yeah. She's a bit of a freak."
Now I'm not abnormal.
We all feel this way, right?
I just get down but then I pick myself up again.
Or I call Pidg.
Or I snap at the hubby.
Or I take a bath.
Or I do all those things in the span of one night.
So I don't say everything I feel out loud.
It's not all rosy and perfect all of the time.
So how am I today?
Oh, just peachy!!
Uh huh...check with me tomorrow.
Maybe the funk-itis will be gone.