What The Universe Is Telling Me

We all knew it would happen at some point. Did I think it would happen today? No, but here I am, devoid of all that positive attitude junk I was feeding myself for the past six weeks. Why did it have to end? I was living in blissful ignorance. I thought the world was at my fingertips, just waiting to be seized. And look—I'm even butchering cliches.

It's the same old story—the little things begin to build up to the point that I just break. I've once again been defeated by a long line of trivial setbacks that would normally push a person into that territory where you're either more determine than ever or you flake: I flaked. I let a bunch of rejections (both professional and personal) get to me. I'll never understand why they always have to happen on the same day, but they usually do.

But you know what? This frickin' Universe of ours keeps sending me signs. I guess I don't have to listen, but when you write what I just wrote, then casually check Twitter while you're forming your next thought and see this: You Have a Choice (from @CorbettBarr), you gotta believe in something or someone wanting you to not give up. I'm trying really, really hard not to. There are so many things I could just toss out the window today and never look back. But I won't. I'm determined. I'm still a bitch to be around right now, and maybe I just needed a good cry this morning, but I'm going to get through it. I have to.