I don't cry in front of people. I know why I don't, but that doesn't change the fact that I don't. I wish I did sometimes.
I feel like lately I just have A LOT on my plate. Don't get me wrong. It's not bad stuff. It's just....stuff. There's a lot of it though. I kind of feel like I'm on overload, and adding anymore "stuff" is just not going to be dealt with the way I normally would. To some people, it may not even be important stuff, or it may be major stuff. But it's my stuff either way. I was kinda handed a big helping of more stuff this week, and I think I'm still processing it. Any other week, I probably would have hung up the phone and had a big fat cry, but this week it was still sinking in through the stuff. Rest assured, I've said many a prayer over this particular serving of stuff.
I think I didn't react the way the server of this helping would have liked. Quite honestly, there are still some unknowns about this particular side dish, so I honestly can't get upset over it quite yet. Between my upcoming surgery, not to mention our family income being cut in half, I can only deal with "This is what it is." Not "This is what it could be" But my reaction must have been poor, or not what the server wanted, because it was announced to the entire world that, basically, I suck. And, I'm sure if someone recognizes themselves in this post, that person will be upset, because God forbid I be hurt by something that's said. I can't help it. I'm hurt.
This post is not meant to lash out at the server. Far from it. It's to vent in a safe place. This is my safe place. I don't care who reads it, honestly. I say what I want to here. Because, well, I can. And, most of the time, me saying it here means that my plate has just a little less stuff on it
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