My wife: Our world seemed to come to an end before and we survived. Things will turn out all right.
Me: Yeah, but how many times does our world have to end before things ever get better for us?
A cruel April 1st that isn't a joke: We have to find an affordable place, get all the deposits paid, and get moved by the end of the month.
Oh yeah, and I still have to work while making this all magically happen.
Do you know how hard it is sometimes to stand in front of a group of young people (college students, in my case) and act as if the world is not crashing down, and speak convincingly that once they are out in the "real world" that they will be in control of their own destinies?
Yes, I will survive. Again. Probably have even more gray hair when it's all said and done.
So if you see me around town in the next few weeks and I look stressed a bit, I probably am.
But I'm pretty good at hiding these things. I guess I have the soul of a clown.
