Thursday was one of those days that could have gone one way, went another and even that ended up being the wrong dead end. If there is such a thing.
Walking back to the parking lot, I was contemplating whether I did the right thing by staying silent in a meeting, to stopping my thoughts from leaking out. Stop. Stop. Stop. And then, of course, I’m parked right next to …
The powers that be telling me I did the right thing? I think so.
I hope so.