Comfort Food
June 21st 2009 Yesterday, I had my first bad moment in 7 weeks. A miscommunication about rooming arrangements caused all of us a bit of stress--a feeling I’m no longer familiar with.
At home, I would chew. Chew on what everyone said. Chew on who was wrong and why I was right. Chew on chocolate. Grind my teeth at night.
Yesterday, I made a different decision. I choose not to ruminate on what went wrong, b
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