Until this weekend, I was handling things pretty well. I suppose the familial concern and overdose of Easter candy combined to send me over the melodramatic edge.
But that's okay. Sometimes you need a day or two or three to just freak out about things. I was overwhelmed by some of the rather scary choices I'm facing right now, and in my head things seemed much more dire than they actually are. So I freaked out, cried and moaned and had waaaaay too many chocolate things. I lost faith - not in God or religion, but in myself and in the future.
Are things ideal? Absolutely not - my thesis is stalled, my boyfriend is 400 miles away and it's been pissing rain all day. But those are circumstances. The people in my life, though - Jim, my family, my friends - I couldn't ask for better. If I can't keep faith in the world around me, I can keep it in them.