For a while things are great, and then suddenly the torrential downpour arrives. This is usually how life unfolds. Today I got some bad news. Throughout the day I had to keep asking myself, "is it serious?" I suppose in the grand scheme of things, not really. However, I am human, and it is difficult not to feel sad when faced with unfortunate circumstances. Physically this problem manifested itself in the form of a migraine. Right now, I just want to go in my room and sleep. I had difficulty concentrating while I was at work, and felt somewhat disoriented. What I find interesting is that last night I had a frightening dream. All I can remember is that I was bleeding to death. There was blood everywhere. I woke up terrified, and expecting to find myself lying in a pool of blood. I suppose this was a sign from the unconscious part of my being. A harbinger, foreshadowing what was going to transpire.
Sometimes I wish I could reach into my brain and "turn off" my dreams. Other times it is my obsessive-compulsive nature that I wish that I could amputate.
Of course, for now I must endure what I am faced with. I am ready for the challenge.
