Monday was one of those days. The kitchen sink faucet head snapped off before I left for work. My nanny texted me later to let me know the washing machine wasn't working. I reached out to my property manager several times without any response. When I got home that night, I learned that mold was resurfacing in the bathroom, saw my youngest had a black eye from our fall the other day (see post #133), my older son peed on the rug and finally I sat down to blog only to find my internet connection was down. I wanted so desperately to have something positive to say in that moment, but I didn't (see post #135). Then the new day started and I could suddenly feel the weight of everything lifted slightly off my shoulders. Why? I'm not sure. The problems were still there. After a good night's sleep though, I could see them for what they really were. Small, annoying, irritating tasks that needed to be managed on top of my already very long list of things I was responsible for. That's all though. Tasks. I could manage that. After what I had been through in the past year- was I really going to let THAT stuff get to me? I had faced family, friends and colleagues through the most difficult and humiliating experience of my life. I had been betrayed by my best friend, partner and love. I had hit rock bottom and yet still seem to be standing on both feet. Somehow. A couple apartment malfunctions were certainly inconvenient, but they were nothing in the face of what I had already survived. I made my list of what I needed to get done and knew without a doubt I would conquer it just like I had done with everything else. Oh what promise a new day could bring.
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