Sometimes, I can be a little dramatic. I’m not proud of this. It just happens.
My Italian side decides to flip a switch, and the drama starts coming out of my pores. It’s like watching a train wreck.
Let me give you an example:
Yesterday I woke up in one of those moods where everything – and I really mean everything – made me feel like I was going to lose my mind. I woke up, rolled out of bed, and seemed to be on a certain path of emotional self-destruction. We’re not talking about big and terrible events that sent me into dramatic upheaval, but instead, basic things.
I made myself eggs. I wanted to put salsa on my eggs. I love salsa on my eggs. I opened the fridge. I couldn’t find the salsa. I almost cried…over salsa. This is never a good sign. Big, glaring red flag. […]