A week of change.
A week of telling myself to hang in there because things will be ok.
A week where an important client made me feel as worthless as the dirt that he walks on.
A week of beating myself up over it, even when I knew I did the best that I could.
A week of moving on.
This weekend will be a weekend where I will run to Jacky’s arms for comfort and spend time with friends to forget.
Don't ask me if I am ok, because I will smile and tell you I am.