…and when i font that i wasn’t ready.
so last week…

a family friend passed away.
one of my best vixen friends lost her mother.
i got sick from a co-worker.
i broke a plate, sliced my hand in two places, and wouldn’t stop bleeding.
to top it off,
The Foxhole ran out of storage space.

all.
in.
one.
week.

i couldn’t even really celebrate the blue tsunami last week.

sidebar: the red hats tears have been flavoring my tea since 11/3.
congrats to all the dems who uno reversed everything.
like,
texas turning blue was iconic AF.

i was physically,
emotionally and mentally checked out tbh,
but it got methinking:
we’re always told God “puts us through challenges to make us stronger and prepare us for what’s next” buttttttttttttttttttttt…

why do some of us always feel like the test dummy?

i’ve survived.
healed,
grown,
and done enough character development to qualify for fourth season of a television series.

can God finally get to the part where i enjoy the character i’ve developed?

…because at this point in my life,
i don’t want another plot twist disguised as a life lesson.
i thought the last two years of utter hell was enough.
i need:

peace
joy
ease
good dack from a fantasy
a fantasy turned into a good wolf
more money
less morons
a little room to breathe

like,
seriously needs that.
maybe…
the next chapter isn’t about proving how much i can endure,
but learning how to enjoy everything i’ve fought so hard to have.

God,
i’d like to experience the soft life portion of the program now.

please and thank you.