Adversity is the first path to truth. ~Lord Byron

I keep coming up against this question. When is enough, enough? When is it time to give up the ghost, throw in the towel, call the game on account of rain? I’m not going to be nearly as poetic here as I was when I faced this question just a few months ago. Probably because I didn’t expect to be facing it again so soon.

But there you go.

I apparently need to learn my limits for the crazy.

And why the universe is pushing me in some weird directions. 

I keep wanting to take the blue pill but end up taking the red one …every_single_time.

  I was taught, long ago that when the same things keeps happening in your life you are supposed to look at what it is you are doing to attract that negativity (it was assumed you wouldn’t do this for good things, because obviously you’d just keep being good and bad things wouldn’t happen to you). When I was angsting over this during the migraine weekend I just had, my husband pointed out that that was “blaming the victim.”  

Interesting.

I’m not sure if it is a good idea to throw that idea out entirely or only in this case?  Because I surely didn’t do anything to bring about this current situation–it was there long before me and will be there long after. 

I wish this were more coherent but seriously–really REALLY rotten last week or so. Trying to make myself ready to start it all over again.

Which pill again? Could you just offer me the blue one next time maybe? Oh I’d probably still look in your pocket , where you’d hidden it from me and  find the red one anyway.