Tasks, and not doing them

I'm.

Well.

I don't have a great story to tell or anything fun to say.  It just turned out to be a good day.  I saw a show, waxed poetic about Shakespeare with one of my co-actors (who in turn taught me about string theory, complete with chalkboard diagrams), had an actual conversation with a friend, saw a show, and got to chat with people I totally adore at said show.

I'm still the same imperfect, riddled-with-doubt, terrified of failure girl I always am.  But today I didn't mind so much.

Sometimes when you least deserve it, the world throws you a softball.

Sometimes you even manage to hit it.