Bad News Comes In Threes (A Cryptic Post)

This has been a very bad week. VERY bad. Apparently everything comes in threes because I have received three pieces of extremely bad news. I am angry, hurt, frustrated and I can't even write about what's happening. I want to scream and pull my hair out in retaliation, not that it would do anything. In fact, I was so upset that I actually WANTED to go into work tonight. It's funny how quickly perspectives can change in a single moment (or three of them in a span of three days). I even burned both hands from carrying hot plates and can't feel the burn from all of the adrenaline rushing through me. And I'm almost bummed that I only have one shift this coming week.

Typically, when I have many stressors at once, I focus on one of them and ignore the rest. When that gets to much, it's ignored and I focus on something else. My student loans are always a constant stress, but even now, it would be a relief just to have only them to think about instead of everything else added on top. I have Saturday-next Wednesday off and it would be nice to get up to Michigan to get more of my stuff and see my mom (and the lake). I'm not good company right now and Gram probably wouldn't mind a break from me. But I don't blame her. I'm going for a run tomorrow to burn off some energy, until I collapse from exhaustion or from tears of frustration.

Two of my "problems" can't be solved. They just have to be accepted and move on; definitely not one of my strengths. There's nothing else I can do about them though. I'm fighting the other problem tooth and nail, but I am running out of options. Most people have told me that most likely nothing will come of it. This situation just might be what is needed to keep me Orthodox, or else it just might the "event" that hardens my heart and turns me off completely. There is an injustice happening and I have to take a stand though. Most people have a limit as to how much they can take before they stand up for what they believe in.

~Staci~

P.S. For those who understand: I actually talked to the Saints last night for the first time in months. Maybe that's a good sign?