spitting in the wind

This week has been one of those trying weeks where I just want to bury my head in the sand for a few moments and forget that there is a whole world swirling with life around me. Not for long just until what I like to fondly call my chi return to me and give me my center again. I found myself crying on the side of a busy interstate here in my town on a very narrow sh older of the road after my fuel pump went out on me. It was around 10:30pm at night and every car that sped buy shook my car. I could feel the vibrations and it was scary really scary. I tried calling the two people in my life that I know I could depend on my bbff (boy best friend) and my dad neither of which could be reached. There was no way I could open the drivers side door and the passenger side was over looking a very steep hill. So no where to really go anyway.
This whole day I had been in a really bad mood all day in in lots of pain due to an impending migraine I was sure was on its way. I am usually a happy and bright person and cheer all of the rest of my team at work up but today I could not have been a more polar opposite of myself. Welcome Dr. Jekyll...oh my. Some how I feel as if my negative emotions manifested these events or could it have been the illness itself that created my reaction. I am not sure which is which in this case but I do believe that negative creates negative and what ever we throw out into the universe we get back in return. Like spitting into the wind, not very advisable cuz in this situation even our own spit can be quite gross.



Every now and then we have and off day and a bad day and it's okay. In the end things worked out for me AAA came my dad came my bbff offered moral support over the phone and the migraine has lingered for the last three days but I got home safe and unharmed. Some times life may be about simply getting trough the day. Kick into survival mode so that we may get through it. A new one will come full of promise.
Lots of hugs and hope