Life 1 - Yvonne 0

I was thinking about my blog this morning.  It's a very "moody" blog I think. Some would even say borderline bipolar almost.  Happy, sad, euphoric, depressed, angry, indifferent, in love, in lust, defeated, successful, beautiful, ugly.  You get the picture right?  Sigh, it's been over a year since I started writing again.  As those of you who follow me on a regular basis know, a lot has happened to me in this year.  Something that jumps at me by re-reading some of my posts is that I am a resilient woman.  I get knocked down, but immediately  eventually find crawl  my way back up.  I find that to be pretty amazing, don't you? I totally rock!  So even after all this, and realizing how strong I am and how my life seemingly is going well, why is it that it only takes one piece of bad news, one look, one statement, to make me feel as if the walls of life have caved in and are falling on me? Kind of like when you play Jenga (if you play) and you're sweating and trying to keep your hand steady, and you're down to that one  last piece that will either keep the structure intact or cause it to come tumbling down all around you.  Yeah, that's how I feel today.  I want to wave my little white flag and cry "Uncle" already!  ---Why would anyone cry "uncle" anyway? Hmm, seems silly to me.  Ugh! See what I mean?  I can't even stay on topic!  So, this is how I'm feeling today.  Defeated.

I'm hitting the gym after work. If for nothing else, than to kick the punching bag's ass!