I cannot remember a more unsettling time. Everyone I speak to is stumbling…the ground beneath their feet shifting and churning like some 4.8 quake in Fresno…only we never got to appreciate the luxury of that gorgeous California climate.
For me, the past few days have been fraught with misunderstandings…so many in fact, that I found myself doing a 360…projectile tears splattering everything within a 4-foot radius of me, as I half-expected to see some sinister Candid Camera crew crouched in the corner of the room wearing expressions of scorn and fear at being discovered.
And it’s only Wednesday.
For anyone else like me, who’s muttering the infamous phrase “Stop this freakin’ merry-go-round-from-hell…I wanna get off” (that is the expression, correct?), try to hang in there.
- It’s always darkest before the dawn
- When you come to the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on
- Fall seven times, stand up eight
- When it is dark enough, you can see the stars
- If you’re in a bad situation, don’t worry. It’ll change. If you’re in a good situation, don’t worry. It’ll change.
Things are slowly, painstakingly, excruciatingly returning to some semblance of “normal”…whatever the hell that means.
I know I’ve no right to ask when sadness comes “Why did this happen?” unless I’m willing to ask the same question for every moment of happiness that’s come as well. Fortunately, the latter stanchly outweighs the former.