“Snap out of it Jay!” my boss, Thomas, said.
He was, in a way, right. I wasn’t really there. It really hasn’t been the best of years. Not being able to walk was getting to me, I guess. Maybe I was feeling a little sorry for myself too. Okay, more then a little.
Falling in love, and getting my heart broken put me over the edge though. I was going to be happy for the first time in a long time. I don’t just mean every day waking up happy. Out of this world, never coming down, happy. But she twisted that knife so tight in my heart, it was hard to see the path in front of me.
“I know what you’re going through,” Thomas looked me in the eye. “And I’m going to do you a faver.”
He told me that he was going to cut my hours in half so I could finish the book I started two years ago.
I wrote more than I had in more than a year. And the more I wrote, my broken heart quickly heeled.