THOSE events. Otherwise known as "life".
And normally, those suckers roll right off of my back. I take it in stride and just keep on truckin' (yes, that expression dates me). But for the last couple of weeks, not so much. I cry, I walk outside and take some deep breaths, I snap at someone undeserving and then feel guilty about it, I don't sleep well.
I can come up with excuses, of course. Can't everyone? I deal with a substantial amount of discomfort on a regular basis and fight like hell not to mention it too often. I have long work days and four million details of projects vying for room between my ears. They have to fight ferociously to fit in there with those details of my kids' classes, time, tutoring sessions, social events--and when bills are due, and which people I am supposed to call and for what, and all that "other stuff".
But still--none of that is new--it's just regular life. So why are my coping skills floundering these days? I don't know, but I want them to stop it. I have too many fabulous people in my life, too many goals to accomplish, too many experiences to have to spend this much energy keeping those gray skies from messin' up my happy face.