It is okay that I’m here alone. Poppy couldn’t drop me off, but she’ll be here to pick me up. It’s okay to get only half of what you want. Poppy’s job is new and I can tell she doesn’t want to use up her sick days. She wants to prove that she is good, attentive, committed. I wonder why I can never harness this energy in myself; why I always want to do the wrong thing even when I don’t want to. What’s the wrong thing, I wonder. There’s no wrong thing. Life is what you make it.
