Let me be totally honest here. I was not having a great day yesterday. In fact, the last few weeks have been oddly similar. I usually don't let things get to me to the point of being "depressed" - I wade through, cry, rail, cyber cuss, pick up my hemline and move on. Sad or happy I usually make some noise ( bottled up feelings are heart attacks in the making) and have little trouble expressing my emotions. Knowing when to do that is something I'm still working on. People don't generally have to drag my opinions out of me (grin). However, I would do better - at times - exercising more prudence than pounce. The people who know me best let me rant for a few hours and then say "Next page, Mims. Are you through?"
A chink in the crown? Likely. But an honest flaw I recognize.
As you know, my New Year did not start off with a bang. My home was burglarized/vandalized/trampled through the day after Christmas. I'm still, quite honestly, recovering from that and have spent a lot of time (and money) improving security and changing my habits, only to discover last week that a few more things are missing that I hadn't noticed before - a necklace from my parents that meant a lot to me and some other things. Anyway, when that happened, a friend said "I guess you feel violated all over again." I realized he was right. I did.
"Look outside," she said. "It's snowing."
Just as I was saying "I'll go look now!" like a twelve-year-old-kid-who-wants-school-to-cancel, the phone cord tangled and I hung up on her. Again.
That was the last straw. Do you ever just have those days (and weeks) when you think "If ONE MORE THING happens I'm going to scream? You get over the biggies, stay thankful for your blessings, line up your priorities, keep saying your prayers, lean on your friends, earn your wisdom wings and then wham! ....one day something as silly as a disappearing cyber box crumples you into a willowy mess.
And call my mother.
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