It could be the "man when are you two going to have another kid" question (like I had over the weekend)
It could be the pregnant person complaining about how hard their baby is kicking.
You never know when it's going to hit. Today I got this in the mail. Thinking it was an invitation I unassumingly opened...
The sad thing? There were four envelopes for me. Each containing an invite, but not for a party one would want to be on the guest list for.
Like a lightening bolt...out of no where that reminds you of your reality.
For some reason though, I have been handling it. Maybe I have been struck too many times now and have had enough...or I've learned these things are always going to happen and I need to handle them. I know there will be days ahead where I will cry, call my best friend in tears or come here to release some of the huge weight I now bear on my shoulders.
But for these lightening bolts? I've got to brush them off, wait for the sun to reappear and keep on going.
And that's exactly what I am doing.