When It Pours It Storms
You ever hear the saying “If it wasn’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all”. This week was headed that way for me. I won’t give you the blow by blow but let me just say I got to the end of my rope, fate was tap dancing on my last nerve, just one more thing and…and this is the important part…this is where the rubber hits the road my friends, I could either blow a gasket and take my misfortune’s out on anyone unlucky enough to come into contact with me, fall down in a heap sobbing “oh woe is me…why…why…why? What did I do to deserve this?…or I could laugh in the face of misfortune and roll up my sleeves and say “Bring it!”. I’m nowhere near perfect. After a little bit of the first (Sorry, oh patient co-workers!) and a little more of the second (Sorry, my understanding friends) today I let loose with the last choice with a vengeance. Enough was enough. I was backed into a corner and I was coming out swinging with a smile and some unflappable confidence. Just today, my storage space was broken into, I picked up the wrong drops for my scratched eye, I have to do all the production over that I already did because the client wants to change a line, the company lost my car payment….okay, no problem. I called a friend to get a new lock for the storage, went back to the drugstore for my eye, re-cut the spots, looked up the receipt and thought to myself “Hah!, Is that all you’ve got?” Let me say to anyone out there going through your own private hell, whatever it may be….Keep going and take your sense of humor with you ’cause when you’re hitting rock bottom there’s no where to go but up, eventually. May your “up” and mine come sooner rather than later! Cheers!