Tomorrow Is Another Day
Here’s my betta (yeah, sorry about the clutter in the background). We’ve dubbed him Henry the Third. Yeah, cuz I killed the other two. 😉 I know what did it now – it was my harsh tap water. (By the way, Devon, we don’t drink the stuff. We have a Britta pitcher and now I know *why* we don’t drink the stuff! Ick.) So the fish continues to live. He’s funny, too. We like him. He watches us get coffee (he lives near the coffee pot). I like him. The kiddo likes him. Not sure if the cat has discovered him yet (we hope he doesn’t).
Anyhoo… I got a rejection yesterday. Meh, it’s okay. I’m unhappy about it, but hey, what are ya gonna do? I sulked for a while. I drank a Coke in a glass bottle and tried to smile. I tried to cross-stitch but ended up yanking out as many as I put in. I gave up and watched the fish. I think things happen for a reason. Maybe I’m just not ready for that yet. Maybe there’s something I need to learn first or do first or something before I get to that next step. Who knows. Whatever it is… I’m still writing and working and striving to get there.
Because, after all, tomorrow is another day.