In the words of another friend, last week was the absolute pits. I got laid off in a restructuring and cost cutting effort, and my grandfather passed away. And, to top it off, my coat got stolen during the first snow of the season. Stellar. I am not sure I can take anymore heartache. The worst part is, I have an unfortunate gut feeling this is not the end of things for me. Let's hope this is just my pessimistic ways, and not the same sort of bad gut feeling I had when I walked into work last Wednesday.
Maybe this is the universe's way of telling me I need to switch up the way I'm living my life, that what I'm doing currently really isn't working. Whatever it is, I wish the universe would send a clearer message so I could figure it out a little easier.