My gut ached with knots. I picked up my wide leg jeans to keep them from getting soaked in the slushy parking lot. What in the world are we doing with all these clothing trends? We are literally wearing skirts on each leg. I inhaled deeply and went in. The receptionist smiled, and after a short conversation, we both realized I was in the wrong place. “Go to suite A. It’s right across the hall.” I held my breath…does anyone else do that when they are stressed? I don’t even realize I’m doing it. Opening the door, I put on…
