Breathe:

...It will be alright...

   The day after all my anxiety nearly boiled over has been uneventful. I cleaned Aristotle's tank. I unloaded the dishwasher.  I breathed.

   Because I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.  Good or bad, it was meant to be like this. I had an extremely hard time, yesterday, with this concept. And it's what I've lived by for my whole existence. I get too focused and forget to see the bigger side of things.  I am a little blind mouse trying to decipher a pillar from an elephant's leg. When really I should be trying to take in the whole elephant, not just one piece.   

   I am proud of myself for graduating college in 3 1/2 years. I am proud I even went. As for a job, there's one out there made for me. I just need to go get it. As for the medical abnormalities, well, I'm getting microscoped and biopsied on Monday. And, come what may. I was given these hurtles and tasks because they are mine to bare. Because I can handle each one, with creativity and some amount of grace....not much grace, but some....There's a reason to this madness I'm calling my life, and I have to live it to find the answers. 

   With the help of my friends, Kevin Devine, and Starbucks grande extra hot caramel macchiatos, I can handle it.  I have to.