The sample sweater is in the mail. My first ever finished magazine commission. As I drove home from the post office, K and I stopped at the bank to leave a thank you note for Chanthy, the bank officer who helped me set up my business checking account yesterday, and discovered that my debit card number had been stolen.
I was wondering if I was getting sick, I felt sort of hollow inside.
When I got home, Dan reminded me that after finishing a project, it is normal to crash – and everything made sense.
I’m not sick – I’m happy.