Life is going at warp speed right about now. I don’t know if it’s because I only have 25 days left before my trip…or if I’ve entered another dimension where everything is going 3857498365 miles an hour.
Except for this week. This week has been a terrible, awful week.
Monday: I spent the day with my little sister in the hospital. She’s 6 months pregnant and fainted at work. And this is the second time she’s fainted. Thankfully, she and baby and doing wonderfully and are officially on bed rest. Despite being the in the ER for 8 hours, it was nice spending time with my sister. Even though seeing her pregnant is making me never want to have a child ever, ever. EVER.
Tuesday: I cursed the gods for making me a woman. And Johnny freaked out.
Wednesday: I was a tad bit more successful in getting shit done. Or…I just bought a silk ombre scarf.
Thursday: I was in the middle of writing an awesome post when my hard drive crashed. One trip to the Apple Genius bar confirmed my worst fear. I immediately went to Best Buy, stopped by my job for a glass of wine (or 3), and then came home, installed and formatted my new hard drive myself. I am amazing.
Of course, all of these things are minor setbacks. I leave in 25 days. TWENTY FIVE. I do not have a backpack. I barely have any winter clothes. I do have a lot of awesome scarves though…does this count for something?
And somehow…. I know that everything is going to work out. I’m strangely calm. It’s so weird. I have SO much to do. Johnny and I haven’t sold our major things (bed, nightstand, bikes, etc.), I’m terribly behind on my TEFL course, I don’t have a dress for my sister’s wedding, I have another 12 hour a day weekend of work coming up, my blog hasn’t been updated in what seems like ages, and my eyebrows are a TRAGEDY. But…I’m okay. For today.
If I don’t sell all of my stuff, then I’ll donate. I’ll find a dress. And my eyebrows will be threaded come Monday.
Life ebbs and flows; it’s always going to be okay.
Right? Everything is always okay.