Doctors' Waiting Rooms = Enforced Breaks
CW: reference to sexual violence. I'll bet you can guess where I am right now. Did you guess that I was in a doctor's waiting room? Well, you're wrong. I'm in the exam room... waiting... It's my season. It's game time for me. That said, I'm somewhat thankful for the interruption in my day despite the fact that it means I'm going to have to stay longer and work harder this afternoon. It's a change in pace. A change in scenery. And it allows me a chance to put a few words down - which I haven't been the best at doing so far since the divorce. I've been meeting new people. A lot more new people. Like too many new people for my intro-fabulous self. But I'm learning about myself in the process. First lesson: water is my friend. I've had some hella-hangovers from nights out that could have been avoided or mitigated. Second lesson: quality and pacing matter. Cheap liquor at a cheap bar drunk too fast is not your fri...