WHO WAS DRIVING THAT TRUCK?

 

 

You know...the one that just ran me over.  Then stopped. Turned around. And ran over me again.

Some people can go through life and deal with the little problems that come their way. No big deal and soon they are back on track.

Then there are some people who the gods manage to throw EVERYTHING they've got at them just to see how they are going to handle adversity. They just sit back in their golden recliners, pop open a beer and wait to see the fur fly.

I got caught up in one of those tornadoes of destruction yesterday. The kind where I wake up barely being able to catch my breath, only to find wave after wave of earth shattering news crashing all around me and threatening to drown me any second. The bad news started around 8 and it quickly developed into HORRIBLE news by noon.

The kind of news that feels surreal and leaves you reeling from the shock of it. I didn't know whether to cry, scream, run, or grab some chocolate. I decided to cry first and then ran to the store to buy chocolate.

I'm not proud of how I handled the ungodly amount of stress I felt yesterday. I was panicking and terrified and for about two hours not fully in control of my emotions. If there is any bright side to yesterday, it's the fact I could have done MUCH worse where food was concerned.

Today is another day. The scary-bad news is still hanging over my head like a cloud of doom but the initial shock is behind me. I find I can still breath, even though they are shaky breaths. I can also think clearly about what I put into my mouth today and I count THAT as a blessing.

I don't know what is going to happen in my world tomorrow but I do know one thing:

I'm stronger than I ever imagined I could be...