Okay, okay so I've been a little out of pocket. I don't really know what that phrase means. What does it mean to be "in" pocket? I digress. already.
The curious thing about the series of weird events in my life of late is that every one of them has led to something unexpected. And by unexpected I mean terrifying and horrible.
I'm going through (an ugly) divorce.
I lost my job.
I ran out of gas.
I had a car accident.
I had the stomach flu.
My children had the stomach flu.
I think I had the stomach flu again (or a near facsimile).
All of these events taken individually are irritating. Three of these would amount to a series of unfortunate events. All of them together add up to a crisis. And yet...
I'm happy. I mean really happy. It won't continue like this (God willing). I mean you can't count on losing your job every day but with a little ingenuity I could keep the wheels on this wagon for another couple of months (give or take).
Meanwhile, what could have been an excrutiatingly stressful time at work...isn't. And what could have been a difficult move has been one of the greatest joys of my adult life.
While my concerns are robust and occasionally I find myself awake at 3am worried about what will become of me (financially, spiritually, physically) those occasions are greatly outweighed by the number of deep breaths I take in thanksgiving for my new life.