Yesterday’s outburst at Buffalo Wild Wings has me feeling down on myself. I know I was wrong, and I let down someone very important to me.
Lisa Toebben was not pleased to hear about my outburst. She’s right, I know better. And now I want to cry over it. Lisa wasn’t supposed to work tonight, but she had to take over for another person who couldn’t make it.
I had no business getting involved with those two guys I had never seen before. I should not have pointed my success out, either. If I keep my mouth shut, all is fine. That’s on me.
I’ve got to stop self-destructing. It’s not good. I also have to stop being so hard on myself. I am my own worst enemy.
Foots Prints 