Today was horrible. I cried like a million and ten times at work.

I guess I was just feeling a lot of pressure. I don't know about you, but crying at work SUCKS!

Everyone is human and life happens, but vulnerability is embarrassing, especially in a work place, and especially if you're female (you know how it goes-- it's frowned upon and seen as a sign of weakness 😒).

There were moments that I had to run to the bathroom to hide and to let it all out.

I don't think anyone heard or saw, but I may need to invest in eye drops. Gosh! I'm such a cry baby 😭.

"How are you" is a common phrase used in just about every office setting, and every time someone asked the simple question, I wanted to burst into tears 😫.

Clearly, I needed to take my butt home.

I honestly should have been a bit more thoughtful and taken the day before surgery off, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't leaving the team hanging.

I made arrangements for others to cover for me, but I still wanted to be there to answer any unanswered questions.

Instead, I sat in meetings and listened to people reinterate their opinions and concerns about me leaving 😔🙄😪😨.

With just three hours left to go, I knew there was nothing more I could do or say to help, especially if I wanted to walk out with my sanity.

So I left. I left work feeling emotions that I can't even verbally express.

But now it's time to focus on my surgery in the morning.

I need to prepare spiritually, mentally, and physically (they've asked me to rub myself down with this alcohol disinfectant stuff 😅).

I'm going in bright and early tomorrow at 6am. I'll write to you guys in the car. I'll see you guys on the other side! <3