I am conflicted about yesterday, about my thoughts and the funk I was in and the stifling feeling of being in a bad mood when everyone else is not. I was insecure and unfair, pouty and exhausted by my own mood. But I made cinnamon rolls that made me feel proud of my creating skills, I had not one but several good, from-the-heart conversations, and I spent the majority of my day in a room with so many people I love but do not see near enough. And that, I'm pleased to say, will always win.
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