The time change always throws me. Every time.
Isn't it weird that we all collectively agree to erase an hour or relive an hour twice a year? I mean, what if we collectively decided that Monday was so awesome that we should do it again or Tuesday sucked so badly we should just pretend it never happened?
What stops us, really? From making the clock irrelevant?
That's beside the point, I guess, and I really can't blame my week on the time change. The truth is, I haven't done this week well.
I got emotional when I should have been calm. I got frustrated when I should have been patient. I was loud when I should have been quiet. I talked when I should have stopped talking. I stayed when I should have just walked away.
But, whatever. That's what I did and now it's time to move forward. Because however many steps we go back or how ever many hours we turn back the clock, we're always moving forward. Always forward.
And that's the one thing we'll never be able to change about the clock.