A co-worker was off to get DQ blizzards. My heart jumped for joy and then it hit me-sadness and then fear.

My thoughts were all over the place. Mainly, telling myself one blizzard would be ok…I can handle one flip’n blizzard. But it really isn’t…you know how I know? Because I just spent the last 7 minutes tormenting over the decision to get one or not. I just gave 7 minutes of my life to whether or not a blizzard was in the best interest of my happiness and got very scared when I knew the answer was no, but I still wanted it.

What did I do, you ask? I IM’d my brother and told him the truth of how crippled I felt. I then walked into my co-worker’s office and continued to tell truths about myself. I cried, she cried…and by the end of that 12 minute conversation….that blizzard did not hold near the power it held when I first heard the word BLIZZARD.