I’ve got to do better.

The tamping down of the “me” in mixed company must take priority.

Why?

Not to deep within the smog of anxiety and weird I lug around wherever I go, there lies a jovially sarcastic soul. Oh, I can be quite the witty, self-effacing fool. Always ready to lead the laugh over my “mad as a March hare” reality.

However, that “me” doesn’t sit well with big chunks of my family.

Yesterday, I let that “me” out.

And Disaster peeked over the horizon and growled.

So, back to tamping today.

It’s a shame. That “me” really enjoyed coming out to play.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe