Today was my first day at a new job. I had butterflies fluttering around all day yesterday, I couldn't fall asleep last night, and I overestimated my "getting ready time" this morning by a good hour.
While I was nervous I'd get a flat tire on my way there, blurt out some unfiltered comment, and sneeze right before a hand shake, I was also freaking out about what to wear.
After an amount of time that I refuse to say, I pulled this together and called it a day.
Despite the fact that I felt like I was pitiful heroine in a guilty pleasure chick flick this morning, I arrived on time, didn't trip, didn't stutter, and didn't spill a single thing on me.
By my standards, that makes this a successful day.