Ever have a week where you get punched, either figuratively or literally?
Sunday night I slept peacefully not fully anticipating the storm about to hit Monday. Boy did it ever hit. I've slept fitfully ever since. Today I pondered if this was the most stressful week of my life. And even if it is, I know I will have harder ones to come. The beauty of this week is knowing I am strong enough to weather the storms of my life. I know I will get through them. I also know that life is pretty darn good despite all the weight I am currently carrying.
That is the most peaceful thing I know at this point in my life. Storms can come but I've got enough of my emergency kit in place to survive.
Christmas in Canada
7 years ago
6 comments:
Weird, this is pretty much what I've been going through this week. Not the most stressful week ever, but probably the most in the last six months or so.
I think you meant, "Girl did it ever hit." Eh? Drive safe and fast!
I am with you and Sherpa on this one. This week was a doozy for me. So bizarre in its stress. Not the MOST stressful ever, but completely blindsided me.
But I am able to look beyond the immediate stress to the sunny days to come.
Bummed I missed you this weekend. Because if I had seen you, I surely would have said, "Dude, I'd hit that!" Wah-wahhhhh.
Bring on the hurricane. Who you trying to crazy with ESE? Don't you know I'm loco?
okay blogger chick, enough of the vacation from the blogging world, get crackin!!!
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