It's Friday, finally. My head feels stuffed up, but more in that headachy kind of way.
Yesterday was insanely busy -- conference calls straight from 9 am to 4 pm, minus a wee break from noon to 1 pm, where I finished watching the last hour of The West Wing; I'll be sad to see Rob Lowe go. Then a 45 min nap before grabbing dinner at Boston Market for a family who's mom had back surgery, and isn't able to do a whole lot (no one can do much when they're scraping at your spine). From there, to class, where I had to give my autobiography, and I realized so much about myself while doing this.
The main thing? Looking back on myself when I was a child, everything was black and white; my moral code was that things were right or wrong. It wasn't until college that the wealth of people I met and experiences I had, and the growing I did out from underneath my parents' wings that I realized there were a thousand shades of moral grey between black and white.
