I "rub" my face when I'm really, really stressed. Such a weirdo.
So, I got very stressed out at work today and kept rubbing my hands on my hands on my face (probably to relieve tension) and one of my coworkers pointed it out.
But in all seriousness, I was losing my cool and the face massage was about the only thing keeping me from crying.
And crying at work is for kids.
And I'm a grown up (I try).
All in all, today could have been better, but the things on my plate, in my path, set before me to handle with care, are mine and mine alone to conquer with God's help (and a little venting to my mom). Wait, I know I just said I'm a grown up, but moms really do know how to listen, don't they?
And just because I love all things pink. This post is pink all over. Pink, the color of happiness.