If we were having coffee right now I would tell you that things aren’t always so great. I would smile and laugh so my worry would seem trivial.
I would tell you that my job is good for the most part. Though talking with angry clients really hurts my heart. One bridezilla and I cry my eyes out for the entire day. The burden of the perfect wedding is falling on their shoulders and to them, it seems okay to place it on mine too.
I would tell you that even the thought of going into work on Monday causes my shoulders to tense, my back to ache. Their big day becomes my big day too. Maybe I don’t have thick enough skin for this.
I would look down at my steaming cup of cappuccino and brush off my worries like crumbs on the table. Everything is fine, I would say. Maybe then, just for a moment, I could believe it too.