It really is difficult not to become cynical about life, and more than a little bit paranoid too. The last week or so, I have had a touch of Spring Fever (ok, it is still technically winter, but in my mind I was feeling spring and it is my mind and so I can), and I have been very grateful for the sense of well being and happiness. Nothing special has caused this, just a mass of little things and being grateful for what I do have.
In one of my moments of quiet joy, I stopped and thought, I wonder how long before the smack in the back of the head?
Ever had that feeling, that happiness can’t last? That the Big Whatever is going to smite you down any moment for even daring to harbour happy thoughts and enjoy your moment?
Well, if you haven’t, you had better smarten up kiddo, because that is what happens in this big ugly world. Every action has an equal and opposite reaction, even in the happiness factor.
Sunday we received news that beloved BIL was back in hospital, his second time in recent months (old friends will know BIL was close to death due to pneumonia about two years ago, and that was followed by the discovery of early lung cancer). Tests are still taking place and so we are all unsure of what is causing his extreme pain.
Then Monday, I was the target of some rather nasty workplace bullying by management . I was minding my own business and the bolt came right out of the blue. It is yet to be resolved, but as we all know, these things never end well. Sigh.
So, call me cynical, call me paranoid, but now I know why I have the stick list.
Now, tell me about your week? If you dare!