Universe is kicking me in the nads.
I take this as a direct challenge to grow balls of steel.
(Metaphorically, of course.)
THE FIGHT OF THE CENTURY!
The Time: Now
The Arena: Here
The Opponent: Self, Universe
The Objective: Keep breathing, keep sane
The Method: “Oh, Snail! Climb Mt. Fuji. But slowly, slowly” –Issa
The Challenges: Work overload with heightened bomb-dropped deadline, broken heart, mixed depression with anxiety, lack of sleep, nightmares, stomach flu, radiator-less, soul-ripping therapy sessions on lifehood traumas, no food in kitchen except frozen bread, soy sauce, ghee, canned salmon.
Weapons of Choice: Meditation, work from home, kick-ass view, naps, bottomless cup o’ mint tea, fuzzy socks, hot baths, copious amounts of butter, toast, 4 layers of clothing + 0-degree REI sleeping bag, acupuncture, creative determination, gratitude, friends, call Mom.