Now that I have gone and cried somewhere… at my boss’s desk, actually… I don’t quite know how to feel.
Things are different. At least, I hope they are. I don’t know yet. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere. Maybe this will be better, and if it doesn’t work out I can always walk away.
I still feel like I need to cry more, and I don’t even have a valid reason for it.