digesting

Life has been interesting - moving along just fine, with good days and not so good days, just as life is wont to do. But the undercurrent has changed over the last 5 months or so.

Some big, non-happy things happened.
(Yes, I hate it when bloggers are vague like that. The thing is, if you're close to me, you know what those things are. If you don't know what those things are, they're none of your business.)
I dealt with these things well. Stiff upper lip and all that. I was a rock. Strong. Courageous. "Sad but okay" became my motto.
(Can you see where this is going?)

 A little piece of straw has broken the camel's back. The strong rock-solid woman shell I was hiding behind has cracked, and I'm left to deal with the aforementioned non-happy things.
So I'm thinking. Digesting what has happened. Admitting to myself that I don't have it all figured out, and that I don't know what I can do to make it better (yet).
Getting stronger and more hopeful that in the end, going through this will make me a more rounded, more balanced, more relaxed, happier person.