mother f-er, may i ever get through this month?

All my worlds collide from mid-April to mid-June.

And as luck would have it, it's been a fairly busy time for my blooming photo biz as well.

Don't get me wrong, I love the work. More than my "real work." Which I currently and fondly refer to as the "death chamber," with all the good news flowing about and all.

So... work (any kind) = happy me.

Add dance, a recital, softball for the girls, softball for me and all the regular commitments we keep every month, and it's a lot like paddling through wet cement.

Today we had to decide between two softball games and dance.

Dance won, and my secret prayers for rain on this gorgeous day may have been heard. Clouds are rolling into town and perhaps a nice long downpour could happen right about 5:15PM. Bec can get to dance without having missed a softball game. Yay for us!

That's just so I can complain when the game is re-scheduled, don'tcha know.

Minnesota in July is sounding better and better all the time.

And just to keep life extra-interesting this week, I got an email from a former friend. I lost the friendship when I wasn't sure I would, and it hurt a lot. But I thought I was doing pretty well with that.

Until the stinkin' Crackberry buzzed and the email popped in.

It was no big deal. Just really unexpected and pretty weird to hear from someone I once used to talk to with some regularity. You hope, however, that life moves forward. Relationships are lost or irrevocably damaged, and you either adjust or you spend a lot of time paralyzed by a situation you can't control anyway.

Dr. KA tells me all the time that you do the best you can with what you know at any given moment. That life hands you lessons and you can either choose to learn from them, or you can react the way you always have and get the same result.

Today, I talked through the email with Patti, and together, we got me off the ledge.

I learned something new, and in the midst of everything else that is going on, I chose not to hurt anymore today.

It's 5:10 PM and the rain has arrived.

God always hears me. Even when I think He might be too busy to listen.