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Grateful

As I sit back on a couch with blinding pain, with cold packs, ibuprofen and liquid medicine like #vitaminR - I'm still grateful. The past 24-hours have made my heart swell with happiness and contentment.

Last night, I was faced with a decision to either cancel my meet up and reschedule it or nut up and get it done. I honestly had a pity party for one dialed in which was complete with cold packs, beer, and ibuprofen. All I needed to do was pull the trigger. 

So? What did I do? Pity parties aren't very #keepdigging now is it? I followed my arrow instead.
I packed my cold packs in my Sami Smith Thirty One lunch bag, toss back a brew or two with ibuprofen. I poured myself into the #SapphireSled with a besmirched grin because this ride is as broken as I am with its issues. 

I met up the girl to gift her moving boxes,and catch up with my good friend, Carrie, since it was at the #LiquidLime for a Jones and Fischer concert. She looked incredible and smelled fantastic, so I was grateful to be have her company albeit briefly. However, after the first set, I knew I over stayed my welcome even though I wanted to stay longer. Gave her the boxes, got my autographed CD, and rolled out to Malarky's because my friends called me out. I posted up post haste! 

I couldn't believe the reception! I felt like a a local celebrity coming back to visit. Handshakes, hugs, and well wishes were free flowing throughout the night. Even the DJ, whom I just met that night, requested I rock Michael Buble's "Feeling Good" on his Frank Sinatra era microphone. Eventually I bounced out. And yes, I was feeling good!

Today ... I rolled into work with my #starspangledbannered jacket that I've already rocked and know that it still has mileage in it. Of course, it was for promotion of the Executive Member Upgrades. Furthermore, I was scheduled for a cashier shift, but was advised I was redirected to the Membership Desk instead. 

Again, I was grateful for the many peeps at the warehouse that treat me with respect, and dignity as much as possible. 

Thankfully, the warehouse is closed Labor Day, therefore no work for me. Since Bumbershoot is done in a few hours, I might just rock the Evergreen State Fair instead with my PIC WCP. 

Until then, keep digging,
'los; out

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