The Day After the Day of Reckoning
So I am not a loser. I knew that yesterday even when my throat was scratchy and my bank account was empty and I was examining myself under the cruelest mean girl microscope and compared myself to every accomplished achiever go-getter out there. I complained about my belly rolls and my lack of will power and organizational skills and lack of any tangible accomplishments. Then The Sweetie made me laugh and was patient when I went on a huge rant and we sipped tea in bed. I ate amazing baked black beans I had made and I thought about the people I love who love me back. I may be an underachiever, I may be poor, I may eat way too much chocolate and fried food and have flabby triceps, but I still won the lottery in this twisty, turning, fragile, tender life.
And I still hate doing my taxes.
