The last four weeks or so have been very tough on me, both personally and professionally. Various and sundry things seemed to collide into the perfect storm and I’ve had to deal with a lot of shite at once. Let me just say that moving to, and living in, another country is no easy task. Add to that owning a home while living in another country, dealing with banks and finances in two countries and two currencies, filing taxes in two countries, finding a new place to live, and other fun “life” stuff, and you have a very stressed-out girl. For those of you who prefer to stay sane and/or keep all of your hair, I don’t recommend it. 😉
I’m normally a very active person, and am usually out and about living life, but because I’ve been more fatigued than normal, I’ve been spending more time at home. Way too much time. Too much time to surf the web (but, a-hem, not blog, for lack of creative juices), watch copious amounts of reality television, and gain five pounds from my experimentation with becoming a couch-potato. My mea culpa? For any of you whom I’ve inadvertently email ambushed from the frequent web-surfing or not returned your phone call or made you endure hours of endless whining, let me just say…I’M SORRY! Seriously. I am.
I’m not sure what I said or what I did to deserve this round of bad luck. I thought things only happened in threes, not eights. Did I spill salt somewhere? Did I put an umbrella over my head inside? Did I unknowingly walk under a ladder? I know I haven’t broken any mirrors, so what? What is it?! Whatever it is, I take it back. All of it.
Please, universe, please give me a break sometime soon. I could really, really, really use it.