My mind is a very cluttered place these days.
It seems as though I have been struck with an epic streak of bad luck. I've cycled through the series of threes several times over as of late.
I've mentioned a few of these in past posts, such as various bouts of interpersonal drama and angry airline gods.
But, seriously, it feels like I am a walking time bomb these days, from the minor (breaking a brand new ornament my friend made me) to the major (a stolen credit card). I'm also cycling through a variety of bad luck areas. I've done physical damage (I actually stabbed myself full on in the finger-- for once I was thankful for my dollar store knives). I've had a weird ailment upon my return. And, today, I re-entered the financial realm, as it looks like my supervisor may have conveniently forgotten to sign and hand in the annual review form for my grant. In the world of bureaucracy, this is substantial-- it means that my payments will stop until the form is received, and then will take some time to start up again. Given that this grant is how I pay my bills, and my supervisor is on sabbatical in Germany, I may have to cut back a little this month. (Edit- Ok, supervisor says he handed it in. Next stop-- departmental advisor, who apparently had it next in line. At least she's down the hall, rather than across the ocean!)
Oh, and while I was writing this post, I received my first phone call in months from my phone stalker.
I know all of these things are minimal in the long-term. I'm trying to view each disruption in isolation, rather than as some sort of omen.
But as I try to sit down to write something insightful, I keep on stubbing my toes on these inconveniences strewn about my life.
I don't want to turn this blog into a bitter land of rants. I want to write about deep and observant things, or comical anecdotes, not how irritated I am.
But, if someone could send a four-leaf clover or twenty, or perhaps a new, uncluttered outlook on life, it would be greatly appreciated.