Do you ever have those days/weeks/maybe months where your emotions just seem stretched so thin that you have to remind yourself to breathe? I just had one of those weeks. It was one of those unexpectedly tough weeks, where lots of things just happened at all once for no apparent reason, and every one of them added to my stress little upon little until it was almost comical. To give you an idea of what I mean, let me give you a brief, general summary of what happened: a long weekend away from home followed immediately by my first house guest, discussion of neglected friendships, the growth of new friendships, the prospect of new relationships, a dinner date, and a message from a long-avoided former admirer. I have never felt more sought-after or more confused about why.
Despite the stomach ulcers that I'm sure were formed this week, it was also a good week for lots of reasons: I felt like I learned a lot about myself and about other people, about good and bad communication, and about self-restraint. These times of trial and self-discovery are hard. But they have to be that way. I'm learning how to be grateful for them.
Part of the healing process was jump-started yesterday when I got a mix cd and letter from my dear friend Erin and it made all the emotional hemorrhaging of the last week seem to fade away and the world made sense again.
I love mail. Also, Erin.