Rule No.4: Let the Sparks Fly
Is it mood lighting or is my kitchen on fire? Yesterday was traumatizing . I woke up in unusual darkness (yes, even for my windowless room) drenched in sweat, phone dead, alarm missed. My condo had no power. The front desk lady yelled at me; I cried. I got dressed in the dark (ugly fit, confirmed), drove to work still crying, and found… no parking! Ended up in a termite-infested coworking space with broken Wi-Fi, so I took meetings on my phone. By lunch I was starving, went to Publix, and bought a $11 salad - surprise! It was couscous. I’m allergic to gluten. Stayed late to cover a side gig I don’t even have time for. Got scolded, almost fired. Cried again. A friend of a friend offered their empty house as refuge. I brought rice. Their microwave didn’t work. I went to bed hungry, tired, and overwhelmed - and just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, a friend called with more bad news. Queue the "Will I ever be good enough?" spiral. I cried myself to sleep. The melodramati...