Honestly some weeks are just so downright shitty
that you have to wonder if you have f***ed off the universe somehow.
Too many things to deal with on too many days.
On reflection, it is probably not just the fact that bad things happen,
because bad things happen to everyone.
Maybe it is just the timing.
When we are tired, or sick or worn down by life in some way.
Then it is that ONE EXTRA THING
which suddenly finds you at the very end of your rope.
This week has been one of those. There were several of those
ONE EXTRA THINGS.
I'm not a person who cries usually, maybe twice a year.
I've cried 15 years worth of tears this week. I'm over it.
My tear ducts are shiny clean.
Things that might not normally bother me
have broken me. It has been that kind of week.
But one thing about growing older is that I know that
#icandohardthings and #thistoowillpass
I know I'm not the only one who finds life hard sometimes,
so if this is you too, take a moment,
breathe deep, roll those shoulders, plan something fun for the weekend.
Believe that we can do this. For real.