A Familiar Scent

Oh well, I just struck another land mine. Monday’s are really made of pure fail. Yesterday, I received two e-mails of  pure unadulterated epic fail. It involved a huge amount of moolah. *headdesk* And to add insult to injury, I was given another deadline to meet, which adds up to the other deadlines that are waiting to be UNMET. No need for elaboration.

Sometimes the self-flagellation is self-imposed but more often that not, the Evil Friar has this knack of testing your resiliency.  So yeah, as I was moping around the office, around sometime between midnight and dawn, a familiar scent came–like my Mom’s old perfume. *goosebumps* 

I don’t know if I am merely hallucinating, but I swear I knew that scent. I was the only one in the room.

And somehow I felt at peace knowing that maybe admist all these chaos someone is watching over me, perhaps laughing at my mediocrity, saying “my, my, my daughter’s such an idiot”, or perhaps, just maybe, just there…watching silently smiling and thinking that it’s okay. I am okay.

Belated Happy Mother’s day, Mom.  I hope there’s a no smoking sign there in heaven, ya hear??!