My heart is heavy. My mind is heavy. I’m not drinking, but it’s hard.
I work in a field/position that has been directly affected by the school shooting in Connecticut. I was at a conference most of the weekend – it was good, but demanding. My car was broken in to. Everything is okay, but it’s hard to sit in the driver’s seat and know that some meth-head took some of my stuff and knows my name and address.
I’m okay. I’m calm. I’m hurting for myself and for others. It’s just a heavy time.