Adelaide opened the letterbox to find that her genius remained unrecognised – in fact, rejected – by all but her children. And a few others who were highly supportive, but lacked influence outside their own spheres.
And anyway, this wasn’t about genius. It was about skills and knowledge and experience, her possession of which she had most clearly demonstrated.
She took a deep breath, walked out of the post office and looked both ways before she crossed the road.
shitty
oh, well. At least I don’t have to, you know, go to work.
still shitty
–saint
Wallowing is good I do it often on my successes and reflecting on things that didn’t work as well. It all makes sense and come right in the end with another joyful wallow.
Looks like it really *is* a wurty day. Bugger. Sorry.