{Snow collecting on a KY stone fence}
Everything that happens to me is the best possible thing that can happen to me.
~Zen and the Art of Happiness
Let me tell you--2014 has not been my year so far. Every day seemed to bring a new horror or crisis that needed to be dealt with. On Tuesday, I was so unbelievably stressed that I went home right after work and cried--seriously. I laid in bed, cried, and drank some wine.
My mother shared the above quote with me, and I basically told her that was garbage. After a few days of normalcy and family time, I am beginning to get back to my positive, non-stressed self.
Maybe those events were the best possible things that could happen to me, but in the moment, it didn't feel like it. Why am I rambling? Because it's Friday; it's snowing, and I am having lunch without having to do work at the same time. Small victories, my friends.
Have a fantastic weekend!
