I was in bed at 8pm. The party started at 8pm. I had spent the day at the hospital and the three days prior being a “mom”. I was exhausted… but I knew I needed to be social. I was turning into a recluse and the blues were heavy every night. I talked myself into going, borrowed a dress from my “kid” and headed downtown. I walked into a house where I didn’t know a single person. By the end of it.. I, well.. I dont know why I doubt myself. I had new friends, coffee dates, happy hour rendezvous and a smile on my face as I fell to sleep at 4am.
