My Little Black Rain Cloud
Did you ever feel like you were being followed by a little black rain cloud? (a la Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh?) A couple of weeks ago a co-worker mentioned at lunch that he read my blog because he sees my Bloglovin' posts on Twitter . I never know who follows my posts, or social media or anything. Then another colleague at the lunch table suggested that I write a blog about my "little black rain cloud." It's funny because I had started writing this post months ago and deleted and rewrote... and deleted and rewrote. Who really cares about that? And if I wrote about it I don't think anyone would believe all the bad things that happen actually happen to just me. Here are a few examples: Ex. #1 - A month after starting my current job I fell leaving my house. I tripped on my own feet, busted my face on the sidewalk (as evidence by the blood that was left there) and when I came alert I was lying in the grass. My husband was out of town with his parents so ...